a box full of paper hearts.

When I look out my window from here, I see a mansion through a heavy mist of Autumn fog.

I wonder who the people are inside. What their lives are like. If they are lonely.

I wonder if they are home. If they have kids. Whether it is a husband and wife. And if they are in love with each other. Or if they are just lying to make life easier.

You say I was never in love with you, but you don't know what you mean. You fall in love too easily until it isn't love at all. You lied to make life easier. I lied to make you think it was working.

Now I know love is a feeling that isn't convenient to feel until you are old enough to be miserable.