I loved him before I knew what the word meant.
Now, he\'s back, and e.
And I\'ve all but forgotten his name.
I knit every last shred back together all on my own.
Before he ripped my world apart and didn\'t bother sticking around to help me pick up the pieces.
That was before.
I settled for friendship, even though I always wanted more.
But he was never mine to love.
From skinned knees to first dates and everything in between.
I loved him before I knew what the word meant