I know you think that I shouldn't still love you, I'll tell you that. But if I didn't say it, well, I'd still have felt it, where's the sense in that?
I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder or return to where we were. But I will go down with this ship and I won't put my hands up and surrender. There will be no white flag above my door, I'm in love and always will be.
I know I left too much mess and destruction to come back again, and I caused nothing but trouble, I understand if you can't talk to me again. And if you live by the rules of "it's over", then I'm sure that that makes sense.
And when we meet, which I'm sure we will, all that was then will be there still. I'll let it pass and hold my tongue and you will think that I moved on.