When I say I don't love you, I will try to mean it, Specially when I ask, How was your day, And tell you to give me the longer version of your answer. Specially when I send you reminders, For random, mundane things of life, Without you telling me to do it, And secretly hoping, You're not annoyed by it. Specially when I explicitly say, I don't love you, Half convincing you, And half me, Making my heart believe, That I, really don't love you, Even when everything else might sug