I read somewhere that there is a difference between falling in love for real, and falling in love while you’re lonely.
The real deal consumes you, lifts you up.
The other one leaves you feeing half-full, and half-empty.
I am not saying that I love you, or I fell for you.
I am saying that I am lonely,
And being with you,
No matter how full it made me feel,
Still left me empty.
I am lonely.
Being with you made it worst.