Am I That Special?

Why do you? Like me, I mean. You are the second, who told me "I love you." But you are the first, whom I actually believe. I don't mean to hurt you. But I can't make you my first. I loved someone else. Who he had abandoned me. You say you like me. Love me, in fact. Am I that special? To say that you love me? The second time we have met. I am not saying names. But is it a dare? a joke? Do you really love me? I hate when people lie. About Love. Are you one of them?