When I tell you once,

"Do you love me?"

And you don't answer,

It broke my heart

into million small pieces.

And then it came once,

when I didn't ask,

but instead say.

"I love you."

It was 20 years since I asked.

Maybe it's already too late,

but I really don't care.

At least,

say the words I want to hear.

And you said it,

but with one, added letter.

"I loved you."

How cruel of you.