Thoughts: Her Perspective Imagined

I never really loved him.
Though I did care about him much more deeply than most.
He was never really honest with me about how deeply he felt towards me.
This was good because I probably couldn't have handled it.
Though I'd see the longing in his eyes and feel how he held me extra close.
Though he never told me, I think I knew the whole time.
When he slept with the other girl I was a little relieved.
Glad that he was not so obsessed with me.
Because I had Giovanni and Frank could never really have me.
He knew about Giovanni the whole time.

And then he just decided to leave.
Like that.
He got real drunk for several days and just left me at the train station.
Now he says he loves me.
Now, when it couldn't possibly matter in the least.
Oh, Frank, why do you have to go and ruin it?
You want too much.
Why can't we just be friends?

I haven't seen him in a year.
Barely heard from him...
I do want to see him,
though I don't know why.
Maybe I do love him too.