You felt like home, and I hadn't had one in a decade.
And that night, I could have told you my secret.
You stopped trusting me after I didn't.
I was alive and breathing and rapid cycling. And then you said you couldn't be anyone's girl.
Maybe it made me feel like what I said no longer mattered. That it didn't make sense to try to keep you around because you told me you wouldn't stay anyway.
Even though I didn't believe you when you looked into my eyes, I let you go before I said goodbye.
I hoped you wouldn't notice, but you did.
She came with an honesty clause, and the problem was, I wasn't being honest with myself.
Her name wasn't Sara. It was something softer like Clementine.