In the past 2 months, I've been asked the same question over and over: "How did you date her for so long?".
Usually, my response is "I have no ******* clue". And sometimes, I really don't. You'll do ****** up stuff, like trying to build a relationship with one of our good friends, and I'm back to square one and that question. How did I date you for so long? I think back on some of our "dates". The tea room, the lakefront, the floor of my bedroom. Those were the good times and I cherish them. But then I remember the not so good times. The pain of June, the heartbreak of July, the tears of February -- times when I thought neither of us would make it out alive. And we didn't, did we? Not in the end. We both came out with scrapes and bruises to our bodies, minds, and souls. People told me in July to end what we had, but they didn't understand my love for you. You made me so happy and I you. How could I end that? What would have happened to you if I had said "No more"? I know how depressed I would have been. How was I to walk in darkness without my single light? I'm sure I would've built the walls again, brick by cracked brick, but I wouldn't have been the same. Things would be much different. We would be much different... So I'm back to the question. "How did you date her for so long?"
Truthfully, I still don't know.