She said she knew what I was. But she doesn't. I want her to. I want her to know me completely. I know that she does not know me, for she speaks as someone who is without love. And if she knew me, she would be heavy in the depths of love. I was doing more to show her that I loved her. I thought that I was getting better at it. In the beginning she always knew, but I felt as though she needed to be reminded. I tried to show her. I wanted her to know that she was my eternity. I wanted her to know that there was a reason I was still here. I wanted her to know I love her. But she doesn't know. And maybe for that, I too am to blame.