My head, My heart

I loved how his eyes closed whenever he kissed me.
And whenever I was away from him, I loved how he missed me.
I loved the way he treated me, tenderly and with care.
I loved how his heart beat whenever I held him.
I loved how he always thought of me without being told to.
I loved the way his touch was always heavenly...
But, most of all I loved how he loved me.

It hurts to know he may never again be mine.
it hurts that we had to breakup.
It hurts that I may not get to see him as often as I like.
that I may not get to hold him in my arms all through the night.

And whenever i see him kissing that other girl,
My head says "who cares?"
but then my heart whispers,"you do, stupid..."