“He loves me, he loves me not” are the words that raced through my mind all those nights we were together. Sometimes, one word outweighed the other, like the night you tied your soul to another. The day I found out, my heart dropped ten stories down, like the feeling you get when a roller coaster finally descends from the top of the sky.

I was in my room alone. My body felt like it was on fire – maybe I had given myself a fever crying so hard. I lay my body flat across the wooden floor and didn’t move. This is when those thoughts started to race again… he loved me not.

The next day you came to my house with an apology full of lies and handed me twelve red roses and everything was well again… he loved me?

You said all the right words to make me forget all the bad times and focus on all the good memories we made together when everything was peaceful and we harmonized so well. Later that night, I picked each and every petal off the bouquet of roses, and with every petal that fell to the floor, I mumbled “...He loved me… he loved me not…”