I loved her so much and she knew that. She knew that I would do anything for her. That I would be willing to take risks just for her. She clearly knew that yet it seems like it was just as ordinary as getting up early in the morning and going to school even if it costs my life.

I loved her so much that I became so vulnerable. That one single mistake can just blow me away. I get easily depressed when we have fights. I would always blame myself even if it wasn't my fault. I would always justify her that sometimes I run out of excuses to convince myself that I deserve to get hurt.

I loved her so much that I say sorry even at times she makes me feel stupid. Just for the sake of not having a very long argument that would just eventually have the same ending of me, saying sorry for being so upset.

I loved her so much that I feel proud of her because she can live her life on her own and just be happy -- and that is even without me.

I loved her so much that I said "Ok." when she asked me to leave because she has no time for me anymore. That I am not as important as how I used to be. That I have just become an option and not anymore her priority.

I loved her so much and I hate myself for doing so.