I often wonder about fate. Was I destined to fall in love with someone so different from you? Did I ever really love her? I remember you once came to me with tears in your eyes and asked if I was still in love with her. I couldn’t believe it. I stroked your cheek and said the only reason I ever mention her is because I cannot believe that I could have loved someone that wasn’t you. You sniffled and hugged me. I hugged you tighter. We were both disasters. Broken. But mended by our love. It seems impossible to love someone as much as I love you. But it is the truth. I love you more than I can explain. My soul, with its large abyss, has made room for an infinite amount of love. That’s thanks to her. I needed a place large enough to store my love, and from heartbreak and suffering, it was created. I remember when I told you this. You cried and said you don't deserve such a love. I said I am not the judge of whether or not you deserve it, but even if you don’t, you have it. You wanted me to say that of course, you deserved my love. But I really didn't know. I didn't know what my love was. How can I assess if you are worthy of something if I do not know what it is? I tried explaining this to you, but you only heard noise. You told me I was weak and a coward. I said I just think too much. You agreed and laughed bitterly. I thought that meant you had forgiven me. But you hadn't, and so you left. And so, I left too. My soul had departed from my body and left me to fend for myself. Let me tell you, I need my soul. I couldn't walk, talk, or move. I just laid in my bed, lifeless. I was in a coma, but I was awake. Sort of. I slept until I could sleep no more. Then one day, I dreamed that you had returned, but my soul did not. You did not realize that my love for you had vanished along with my soul. You lived an unhappy life. Another night I dreamt that you came back, and so did I, but you left again because I once again could not say you deserve me. The worst dream, though, was when only my soul returned, and I was left to feel every single emotion and feeling that ran through my existence. My mother called me after one of those terrible dreams and asked how I was doing. She did not know about you. She really knew nothing about me. She lost interest once I became a man. Though, I’m not sure why. Maybe she felt that her purpose ran out. I could understand that. But nonetheless, she called. I started crying and said I have to go. She hasn’t called again. I tell you this just so you know my life. You were the only one who would actually care to know, and I cannot bear the thought of you not caring anymore. If you no longer cared, no one would care for me. Not even myself.