You were my everything. Honestly, i loved you like no other and i can’t think of ever feeling this way for anyone else. I let you down and i know that, i gave up when i should of kept fighting. I should of kept this love alive but i completely failed. I failed you, and i failed myself. I keep my hopes up so high just for some form of hint, some sign that the universe is out of whack and the only way to regain balance is in some sort or miraculous event that you would just give me a chance to prove my worth. To prove that i’ve changed for the better and that i could treat you better than a queen, and more than just a women, or a friend. A small glimmer of hope to surrender myself to you, so you could shape me into whom you would want, to whom you would love. Whenever i see you i grow weak and helpless, whenever i think of you my hunger for love grows more and more, whenever i feel your touch i die inside knowing that i’ve come into contact. I am helplessly and madly in love. I tell myself lies that i’ll find someone someday, but i feel as if i already had.