Our lips touched only once, yet I still relive it in my head. A year later I recall the way you held me, the way you touched me, the way I will never feel it again. Was it true love? Was it one-sided? Did you recover quickly while I was continually grieving? I still think about it all, how wrong it was what you did. How wrong it was I kept forgiving, when I had nothing left to give. Did you ever truly care after all?