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.