More than life. More than anything. I saw value and beauty in him that he never saw in himself. I wanted to make him feel as special and important as he made me feel. Because I loved him

But then he stopped making me feel special and important. He made me feel like I had no value, no beauty. He made me feel like I was nothing. But still I loved him

My tears and pleas couldn't stop his anger, harsh words, cruel threats. My promises that I would never leave his side, no matter how much he hurt me, fell on deaf ears. And yet I loved him

He destroyed everything we had together, and he threw it away like it never mattered. He showed me over and over that I would never be good enough. With his hands. With his words. With his actions. Even though I loved him

I don't exist anymore. I'm not whole anymore. I have no value, no beauty. I'm not special...not important. I can't pick up the pieces. I can't do this on my own. Because even though it was never real to him, even though he never loved me... I loved him