A sorta fairytale with you... with an Irish ending...

The love I have for you is greater than the pain that you've caused me...

If I am Eowyn... then you are my Aragorn... but where is my Faramir?

I was vulnerable... so it was easy for you to steal my heart...

I hope to dream of dreams of you but they turn out to be nightmares.

It's not that I couldn't love you more
I loved you in a way I thought you deserved
You thought you deserved more
I just didn't see It