Once up on a time

I remember he would always tell me: Your beautiful I love you Your so sexy Your so special I see so much in you Baby you can do this I got you Let me see you naked Your hair is nice Your so talented I remember not believing by saying: Me? Yeah whatever? Your just saying that I wish Oh please You feel that way because you love me. Are you sure your seeing right? Yeah thanks Ok I see I never felt this way about myself so at times I disbelieve But deep down I wish and hope he was truthful. Now He says nothing He never looks at me Now I long for those days All I can do is remember.