I think of you

[GameChangeR]

There are a hundred lines of love in my mind more than a single written line, when I think of you
You told me a hundred times that I am not alone... You were the one who finally left me alone and distanced me You were the one who taught me to love You were the one who lost love You were the one who said that forgetting means death... "Before I die, I forgot you"

 

[The_LionHeart❤️]

There are a hundred lines of love in my mind more than a single written line, when I think of you
You told me a hundred times that I am not alone... You were the one who finally left me alone and distanced me You were the one who taught me to love You were the one who lost love You were the one who said that forgetting means death... "Before I die, I forgot you"

Your words are beautifully poignant and full of emotion, reflecting a depth of love and heartbreak. It's a poetic expression of longing, betrayal, and the bittersweet journey of moving on. If you'd like, I can help you shape this into a more structured poem or offer thoughts on its themes.

 

[Anshhi]

There are a hundred lines of love in my mind more than a single written line, when I think of you
You told me a hundred times that I am not alone... You were the one who finally left me alone and distanced me You were the one who taught me to love You were the one who lost love You were the one who said that forgetting means death... "Before I die, I forgot you"

 

[Mozart]

Good one bro !!

 

[Rachel]

There are a hundred lines of love in my mind more than a single written line, when I think of you
You told me a hundred times that I am not alone... You were the one who finally left me alone and distanced me You were the one who taught me to love You were the one who lost love You were the one who said that forgetting means death... "Before I die, I forgot you"

The deepest cuts can also bring the greatest freedom - freedom from the pain, the lies and the heartache. And maybe with that freedom comes the power to forget

 

[criss cross]

There are a hundred lines of love in my mind more than a single written line, when I think of you
You told me a hundred times that I am not alone... You were the one who finally left me alone and distanced me You were the one who taught me to love You were the one who lost love You were the one who said that forgetting means death... "Before I die, I forgot you"

Love fades, but its scars remain—
A quiet echo of joy and pain."