Am I not enough?
I love you.
I love you so much.
But I can't love you enough it seems.
I know I did stupid shit.
I know I broke your heart.
I regret that with every breath I take, with every second that passes by.
I know I broke your heart,
But that doesn't mean there's not love.
I love you.
I barely survived you not talking to me for two days.
Those two days where I barely held back from killing myself.
What stopped me was never speaking to you again.
Never getting to hear your voice.
Never getting to see you dance again.
Never getting to do the Macarena with you again.
I would go to hell and back for you.
I would do anything,
Anything,
For you.
I would wreck myself and bring down the world for you.
I love you with all of my heart.
I love you with the depths of my soul, as shallow as it may be.
I know you've decided love doesn't exist.
I am physically struck with guilt every time I remember that I contributed to wrecking your romantic heart.
The heart that believed in soulmates.
The heart that believed in happy ever afters even though the rest of the world didn't.
I know I love you.
Is my love not enough?
Is it not enough to show you that love is possible?
I know my love for you isn't the fiery burning romantic passion you hoped for, but it's me and it's love.
I thought I was enough.
