I pretend that I don’t stare when you leave the room.
I pretend that I’m not jealous.
I pretend that I don’t think about you night and day.
I pretend that my heart doesn’t hurt when you leave.
I pretend that my heart doesn’t hurt when I see him with you.
And my greatest pretend game is that I pretend I don’t love you.
But late at night when I can’t sleep, I’ll admit to myself that I do.
I love you enough to let you go and be happy with him.