-I never loved you.
-If by never loved, you mean never knew: then, I concede.
-I never loved you.
-If by never loved, you mean never saw: then, I concede.
-I never loved you.
-If by never loved, you mean never trusted: then, I concede.
I concede that you are but a figment of my imagination. I trusted the man in my head, for he then moved to my heart. I concede that he is but a figment of my dreams, for he left in the morning without even leaving a print in my pillow. I concede.
– You never loved me?
-I loved your burning sun-body of yesteryear.
-You never loved me?
-I loved your ‘witticisms’ before I saw them as platitudes.
-You never loved me?
-I loved your absence.
I loved when my body would be alone, for then I could construct a thousand princes more beautiful than the last, and the least was more beautiful than your best. I loved your touch for it fostered images of a better one. I loved your breath, for it meant my illusion could live on…
-I still love you.
-And, I you.
