You asked me if I loved you. I didn't know how to reply seeing that I don't know what love is just yet.
You told me that you loved me so I should love you back and I don't think that's how it works.
You told me that you accepted me, that no one else would that I would be alone without you.
Just because you accepted someone does not mean you love them because if it did then I would love so many people. And I know others accept me, that I won't be alone if you leave.
But let me ask you something. How was I, a sad little girl, supposed to love you when she couldn't even love herself?