Maybe you once need that thought..

 ... to think your way out of a paralyzed state of mind...

... and maybe it helps you to get over it, even if it doesn't work for me...

 

I tell myself that I still love her.
In the same time I tell myself that real love is mutual.
Then why would I expect her to still love me?
Why would I expect that she ever loved me?
How would I know? She never told me; and she was never as eager to meet each other as I was.
Well.... that's not true. Sometimes she came only to see me.

It all just doesn't make sense
because the few nights I was with her everything was great. Nah, not great. But I felt safe and glad in times when she got stuck in a moody condition; and I felt the same in times when she was happy being with me.

She definitely was the only one that made me feel complete.
But what is left of all this are the questions that remain since the day I ran away.

She might have been gone ever since.