Why is it that when we think we've finally found love, or at least someone we can care for, it turns out that it was never real?

Why cant we see through others' masks?

This pain is real, the emotions on my face, the tears falling from my cheeks...

How could you question those?

Can you understand that i want you, no, NEED you to be here with me?

You are my other half, the piece that holds me together at night.

The piece that keeps me from sinking into a depression from which ill never wake

Come back to me, or give me a sign of your presence, love, you yourself

I Love You

Now and Forever and Always