A deep, morose feeling when I do not see him, even if it is only a matter of moments apart.
I feel melancholy at this moment, simply because he is not here.
He asks me constantly for reassurance, I will say “I love you,” and it is forever, “Really?,” and “Do you mean it?”
It is hard for a person to believe they are worthy of love.
Love is an uplifting of the spirit, a freedom from captivity.
A savior from the impending darkness.
It is the only reason I continue to breathe.
I live only because I love.
Although he tells me he does not lve me back, and disbelieves every word of love I whisper, I allow him to use me, to hurt me.
I cannot possibly refuse.
But I refrain from asking him for anything, because his happiness I place above my own, his smile is wortjh infinite tears cried by me.
I cannot be remotely joyful if he is slightly discontent.
My happiness depends entirely on his.
He offers, although he says he does not love me, to stay with me all the same, just for my happiness.
This keeps me going, because I believe that is love.
The sacrifice of onceself for the happiness of the other.
The unwillingness to exist except for the fact that my deparure would cause him sadness, and I cannot bear to even think of him unhappily.
Even looking at his face makes my heart soar, far higher than I could ever reach, to the point where it feels as though it will burst.
My only happiness is placed within his arms, my only accesswhen they are wrapped around me.

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