I don't deserve you the love you give me, unconditionally. You set me free without chains or shackles. I feel all of your love. Your soul is too good for me, but is mine good enough for you? You say you love me no matter what I do, but is that actually true? If you knew all I've done & who I've hurt would you still love me?
“Toska - noun /ˈtō-skə/ - Russian word roughly translated as sadness, melancholia, lugubriousness.
"No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody of something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.”