I’m sorry, but I don’t think you’ll ever find someone who loves you as much as I do. I pray to God that I’m wrong, but I know in my heart that I’m right. Who else would lie to you each and every single day? Who else would say “I’m fine” so you don’t have to worry? Who else would claim to only love you like a friend, like the way you love me, when in fact I’m head-over-heels, miserably, bitterly, unquestionably, completely, profoundly, mindlessly, whole-heartedly in love with you, to keep you from “complicating” things? If we’re not meant to be, then how is it possible for me to love you so damned much?