-Reprise-I loved her.
I loved her with everything I had, everything I was.
I didn't cope well when she's gone.
I didn't think right.
I didn't eat.
I didn't drink anything.
I didn't sleep. At all.
I didn't exist.
But when I was with her, everything was right again. I was content.
I used to like being alone, without anyone to care about, or worry about. Life was a shit load easier.
...But she changed that, and suddenly I didn't want to be alone anymore. I didn't want to be without her.
You know, I tried to fight it in the beginning. I even tried to fight it as I realized it was pointless to. There was just something about her that grabbed hold of me and didn't let go. She was compelling.
In spite of our love, she left.
She left two separate times. The first time was the hardest. I didn't really understand it. I couldn't tell myself anything that would excuse her from it, that would excuse me from the anguish. She's a doctor. She just got busy at the hospital. Th