It seemed so vibrant and powerful. But what is it now?

I'm not even sure if it's drifting away or if it's my over active and destructive imagination that's prepared to create a self fulfilling prophecy. Does she feel the same way? Does she love me but she's just afraid I don't feel the same, doesn't believe me when I tell her so. I'm not sure... I shouldn't speculate, that's the danger. I know better than to worry, because it'll poison the well.

Right now she has a guy who's prime directive is to make her happy, but she's not. If I can't make her happy than I don't see why I should even bother. Nothing I do seems to be able to help her. Either it doesn't seem to have a positive impact or she claims she doesn't need it.

I still love her though. I really want the best for her, but that doesn't mean anything. If she doesn't love me anymore my love's meaningless. Just because I love her doesn't mean that I'm the man for her. I thought maybe I was different.

And it's officially over.