Aftermath

I believe I gave you everything, I bought you everything I could, I did everything I could for you. I wish I understand your life better, but you generally don't open up to me. Unfortunately I did, I didn't have anyone to talk to, I was pretty unstable for quite a while, I hoped that you knowing I'm bipolar might help explain it. I'm sorry. I've always been up until 6 am waiting for you to go to bed, I've always checked on you to make sure you're alright. I've always offered to listen or help when I can.

I just want you to love me still, it's the feeling of it that keeps me alive. I haven't got it recently, I felt very much unloved, maybe I was, maybe it was my own fault caused by me overwhelming you. I just wish I could fix it, I'm sorry. I continue on as if everything is fine, I don't feel anything anymore. I continue loving you under the hope you'll feel the same way again one day, I just need it back.