To watch you be happy with another
Would be far more painful than being torn limb from limb by wild dogs with nobody and nothing to save me.
To watch her love you more than I, would drain the small percentage of my soul that remains, the small percentage that continues to whisper your name sweetly to my heart so that it continues beating.
If I were to see you weak I would lift you with my limp arms no matter how much pain it inflicted because you my dear are the spitting image of perfection and I refuse to let you give in.
One day if you are to ever love me just know I'll be waiting no matter how long it may take, if you find yourself in love with another then I suppose I will lay my head to rest knowing you found happiness and that alone is worth internal torture.
