But why do they cheat even if they love you? Because being in love with one person doesn't stop you from wanting to fuck/loving another one. Think about it: it's not like you can only have one friend at a time. That rule is just something we made up, and our bodies don't believe it.

I can't tell you how I really feel
or say what I long to say,

though I dream of it every evening

and whisper it everyday.

I long to tell you I love you,

holding back hurts me so,

sometimes when you smile at me

its like you already know.

So I'll pretend it's fine,

that my pains only small

'cause I'll rather half have you

than not have you at all.

A heartbreak isn't always as loud as a bomb exploding.
Sometimes, it could be as quiet as a feather falling and the most painful thing is, nobody hears it but you.

Ah. And just like that its like no time had passed at all. Does she know about me? About us? I have a feeling she doesn't. What's this, a conscience? Just when I was starting to think I didn't have one...

I don't miss you. I miss the memories of you. I miss what we had. When I sigh, I don't sigh for you now, I sigh for the you I had then, and for the me you had then. I miss the love we shared, it was awesome, amazing, all encompassing, euphoric, wonderful, so so many words, so so many songs. I sigh for the faith we had, the naive leaping into the unknown. I sigh for the heartbreak and soul crushing sadness at the end of things.

Don't get me wrong, I'll never stop loving you, but its not you now its you then and that's the crucial difference.