You didn't love her.
You loved the substance of frail warm body.
Which meant not being alone.
You didn't love her.
You loved how she was swift in bed and touched ever nerve in your body.
Which meant sex every night, even if she didn't want it.
You didn't love her.
You loved the idea of her. The idea of someone to lift you up.
Which meant forgetting about all your faults by putting them on her.
You didn't love her.
God dammit you didn't
Because while you were wildly in love with your moonlit fantasy,
you made her think she actually mattered.
Because while you made her undress in shaking hands and tears welted in her eyes,
you made her think she actually mattered.
Because while you stared in her eyes whispering lies of the future when you were only thinking about what she was wearing under her dress,
you made her think she actually fucking mattered.
So no, my dear friend.
You didn't love her.
Because you do not break people that you love.