you were never even my valentine

Last Valentine's Day we were just friends.

That summer you became everything to me.

Later, you left, believing your absence was an early Christmas gift.

You'll never know how wrong you were.

This Valentine's I'll be alone again.

Usually I don't really care; after all, I'm used to it.

But now I'm reminded we're not even friends anymore.

And that kind of loneliness is so much worse.