I loved her, I really did. I think I loved her because she was the only one who was always behind me, who used to tell me that I was worth it and that I was her favourite person in the world. I loved everything about her, her hair, her nose, her cheeks, her mouth, her eyes... God, her eyes! Her cheerful sweet lovely eyes. Her eyes that stared and smiled at me when we couldn't sit together or when there were unwanted people dividing us.
I really loved her. Every day with her was like living in a dream and every night felt like there were just me, her and the moon, disconnected from the whole world. Nothing else was important, just that precise moment in time and space.
I gave all myself to her. I truly, madly, deeply loved her.
But she didn't love me back.