Nothing but a rebound
My crime was that I loved you and believed that you loved me too. It's been a while since I stopped reminiscing about you. I got over the obsession that was you. I've changed now. And I believe, so have you. But sometimes I still wonder.. Do you still hold her like a glass princess? Do you still look at her like she is the moon? Do you still breathe in her scent like oxygen? Do you still whisper promises of eternity into her ear? But most of all... I wonder, do you still love her the way I loved you? It's strange. Our relationship, I mean. What exactly are we? I am that extreme measure taken by him to get back that, which he loves more than life, that, which was once his. I am a rebound. I was surprised that this has a name. Then I realized this happens every now and then. He is always willing to take that extreme measure to make sure she doesn't leave. Do we not deserve a Him like that? Is this the s...