What am I supposed to do when the first man I've ever loved no longer loves me?
What am I supposed to do when I have to beg him to say the three words I want to hear the most?
What am I supposed to do when the words that used to bring me so much warmth are now cold and empty?

"I love you." 
No, you don't.

You don't love me. 
But I really really love you. 

I want to wake up from this nightmare.
I want to mute all this pain.
I want you by my side. 
But you're never here anymore.

You didn't tell me.
Why didn't you tell me?
Why will you not tell me you no longer love me?
Why did you have to lie?

You made a fool of me.
You made me think I was at fault.
But I tried so hard.
I gave you my all.
I loved you.
I still do.

It was just an illusion after all.
A mirage.
I was just dreaming on cloud 9,
A love-struck naive little girl.

But I'd rather have loved and lost than have never met you.
For meeting you was both my destruction and my salvation.
I needed you to break me, so that I can rise anew.
Stronger, brighter, happier.

I have learned that I couldn't love you when I was too busy hating myself.
I have learned that I needed to be my own true love.
To have and to hold, from this day forward, 
For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, 
In sickness and in health, that even death couldn't tear us apart.