I gave you all these parts of me. The giddy. The sorrow. The loyalty. The feelings. I gave you everything.
And you used them. Until you grew tired.
Until you grew unsure.
Until you grew sick of me.
Until you grew sick of every part of me. My face, my voice, my emotions.
But my love for you was so extreme that it is unmeasurable.
A love that I can't explain. I won't explain.
But love is what keeps me alive. Love is the part of me I cut off to give to you.
Love is hoping.....that you would do the same.