If you really loved me, why are you letting this happen?

If you really loved me, why did you let him have me?

If you really loved me, why did you run when you could have saved me?

If you really loved me, why did you go out on your own like that?

Why did you choose her over me?

Why didn't you stay, and protect me?

Was I not good enough?

Was I too emotional?

Did you just use me?

Did you intend to leave me stranded?

Did you want to break me?

Did you want to see me cry?

Did you want to see me beg?

Did you only stay with me for the satisfactory of saying "I have a girlfriend."?

Why did you do all of these things?

Why didn't you stay?

Why couldn't you love me?

The only one that ever helped me was HIM.

The only one that ever cared was HIM.

The only one that ever thought of me over himself was HIM.

The only one that stayed with me was HIM.

The only one that didn't use me was HIM.

The only one that ever loved me…was him.

You were my life.

You were my love.

You were my happiness.

And you left me with a crazy man.

You left me when I needed you most.

The only one that ever thought to help was HIM.

You took my life, you took my love, you took my happiness, and you even took my friends. You crushed them all.

I can't stand it anymore.

I love him more than I ever did you, and yet, I don't stop dreaming about you. Everywhere I look, everywhere I go, it reminds me of you!

HE knows. He understands. That's more than you ever did, and yet, I find myself still in love with you.

There is no one that understood me better than he did, it was simply impossible. But you, you didn't even try. You didn't give an effort. You didn't fight for me…

Was I not worth it?

Was I not enough?

Was I just not…lovable?

I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Sweetie, it's time to go to bed."

I heard his angelic voice. It was so soft, yet so stern. So firm, yet so loving.

I don't know what I ever did to deserve him; but apparently, it was more than I ever did for you.

Looking up from my little book of unmailed letters, I smiled.

"Okay."

I got up from my desk, and got in bed with him.

I snuggled against his chest as he tucked me in.

As I fell asleep, all I could feel was my hands against his chest, and his smell.

I was intoxicated by his distinct smell.

Just looking at him made me melt.

I fell into a dreamless sleep, at complete peace.

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