I wouldn’t say this is an admission of any sort.
I never loved you but I said it once. Or twice…
Why? Because I thought I did.
You see, I’ve grown so accustomed to writing about things I’ve never felt that i fooled myself into believing that my words were true. That I was actually head over heels. I was such a fool because though it hurt, this emotion I felt when I heard your name, I didn’t love you.
Though I longed for your eyes to search for me, I didn’t love you.
Though I yearned for your touch, I didn’t love you.
Though you set my soul on fire, I didn’t love you.
It wasn’t until I caught your eye, I felt your touch and I erupted into a blaze beneath you that I realized the truth.
Regarding the many times I told you that I love you, baby, I never did.