I always tell her I love her. Always show it. Always go out of my way, sometimes to my own harm to try to make her feel happy. She says she loves me, but only if I tell her I love her first. She’s never one to spontaneously tell me nor is she one to ever do anything spontaneous and small to just prove that she does care about me the same way. She doesn’t make me feel wanted. I give the world to her and she often ignores me or throws criticism down my way. And I’m scared to point these things out and ask if she really loves me anymore, or if she ever really loved me at all…because I’m scared she’ll do some introspection and come to realize what my heart does…that she doesn’t love me, and that I’m the only one giving anything in this relationship…I’m scared because I don’t know what it would do to my heart, and I’m scared because I can’t live without her. And I’m scared because I love her.