"what the fuck did she ever to deserve your love?"
You know what? I don't even know.
When the aftershock hit - when I was having a hard time coming to terms with the fact that she didn't feel the same way I did, I kept asking myself that and similar questions, and I couldn't come up with an answer. And now that it's all settled and I've realized most everything was in my head, I still can't think of one good reason other than -- she consumed most of my time. She was there, in a sense that I would talk and she would listen. I created a relationship using only my thoughts. I know that you and me are far from my ambivalence. There's too much substance for this not to be that something that I've been lacking in the faceless, nothingness that anyone else would think you and me should be. There's just so many words, good and bad. And so many thing you didn't even have to say. I feel like I know you. I feel like you've been so much more than what I deserve. Having said that, you're right. You're always right. I should be writing everything for you. I want you to be my world, more than anything. No one has ever done more for me.