and in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make

I miss her so much. I was in love with her, I'm still in love with her. I don't know why we broke up in the first place. What's wrong with me? Why couldn't I satisfy her? Why couldn't it be fixed? I don't understand if she thinks about the good times we had together and saying that if she could do it all over again that she would, why we cannot continue that. She was once enamored with me, thought everything of me, could not find a single vice. I always felt the same way. Why doesn't the good outweigh the bad? Why was there bad in the first place? Of course I think about the good times and appreciate that. But thinking about them only makes it worse. I would give anything to be able to hold her again, feel her again, kiss her again. I was ready. Appreciating her for who she was, creating that emotional and physical attachment, sticking with it, and her being all I needed makes me mature. I had grown. I don't want it to have just been an example, a test, a learning experience. I feel that I am a great person, and can't understand why she can't accept me anymore. I was driving home last night, when Long December came on, and I lost it. I was balling. It reminded me of her, I can't turn around without being bombarded with memories of her. They're haunting me to my very soul.