Sometimes

Sometimes I wonder if you ever did love me. But if im being honest, I wish you never did udder the words at all. It would make the version on you that lives in my head kinder. Softer. What you did was bad. You were never a bad person, but those three words made you the villain in my mind. Which almost makes me wish we never did meet. Because I used to rave about your kindness and humility...so Sometimes I wonder what life would be like if that version of you never did die.