In a real relationship,

we would love each other.

I would look for you,

and you would look for me.

We would spend time together.

I would want to be with you.

If I loved you,

and you loved me.

We wouldn’t be asked every day,

”Are you still dating?”

But I didn’t love you,

and you didn’t love me.

You broke up since you thought I’d cheat,

and I told you we were barely even dating.

In a real relationship,

we would love each other.