I love you so much.
Everything you do makes me in awe of the person you are.
I feel like a fool, but I am in fact, foolish for you.
Even if my heart hurts that you're going to another. That you wish to give her your affection... I love you, continuously, with every breath, with every word we speak to one another. I live my life, separate, interacting, wishing. It's lousy, it's pathetic, but try as I might you keep pulling me in. You are the only one I can imagine spending my life with. It's hard to believe you might feel another way. It's hard to believe some other lady might be the one you love.
Do you? Do you love her?