I feel like I should have told you how much you mean to me. But I didn't and life itself seems to be punishing me. I wanted to tell you before I was gone forever. So now I will. I love you. I love you so much my heart seems like it's going explode. And it feels like the world is coming to an end because you're not by my side. Tears stream down my face, filling my empty soul, as I long for your touch. I need you, I love you. Please say you love me too.

You were always there for me. But I was never there for you. And now I realize that I need you more than ever. Maybe if I could have stepped off a little bit and let you stay away from her then you would love me back. But now your voice rings in my mind and your face is imprinted in my heart. How I long to reach out and wrap my arms around you and sink into your warm embrace. How I pray you will look at me with that smile you seem to offer to everyone else. How I wish with all my soul, that one day you'll see how much you meant. How much you still mean.

"I'll still love you, even if you don't love me..."

And I know you don't. I know you hate me with all your heart. And it takes all the power I have not to cry out in pain because I could have had you so long ago. Though in reality it wasn't far back; just a few days...a week at the most. But it seems as though a moment without you is too much for me to handle. It feels like being without you is like being without oxygen. Without air, I'll die-without you; I'll do the same...