He became more than I wanted him to be..

I don't love you, but I think of you every day. In fact, I think I hate you. You took from me what others have begged for. It's enough for me to hate you.
I would never say I love you. Because I don't.
I miss you.
I want to see you.
I want you next to me.
Still, I don't love you.

I want to understand, I really wish I could understand what happened but it doesn't matter anymore.
Karma is a ***** and then you die...