He brought happiness into my life. Then, he snatched it away. He gave me his love. Then, he snatched it away. Do you notice the pattern? Harry, why would you do this to me? Now when we are back together, will I have to live in fear that he might do something like this again? Love is a very posionous word, but I do love him. Does he love me? Why am I doubting his love for me?