“My question is not “Did you ever love me?”
because I know in my heart that you did.
I felt, and I saw the spark that I lit in your eyes.
We talked about everything like it mattered, because it did, it mattered just that we were talking.
No, my question is not “did you ever love me?” but instead “did you ever stop?”
Because I still catch you burning for me from across the room, and even when we talk, it still matters to you.
But if you never stopped, then why can’t I see you tonight.”
Did you ever stop loving me?