One day I'll look and you won't be there.
There was something about you from the very beginning. Something in the way you looked at me, something in your smile, and whatever it was made me weak in the knees.
When you told me you loved me that afternoon, I realised what it meant to be complete. You were my best friend, my confidante, and the love of my life. Everything about you thrilled me. You became my world, and nothing else mattered. As long as I was with you, I didn't have to worry. You know I would have given you anything. You had my love, you had my heart, you had my soul. You had all of me.
But I guess that wasn't enough. I've tried to understand it, but I don't. I can't. Why wasn't loving me enough? Why wasn't it enough to know that I would stand by you and help you through whatever it is you're going through? There is nothing in this world that I want more than to be with you.
Why wasn't love enough?