Never Know.

But how will he ever know, now?
He won't.
He won't know how much I loved him.
No, how much I love him.

He'll never know what it was like on the seemingly immature side of the relationship.
I wonder if he felt the same way: this wasn't just a relationship, it was a bond.
But he'll never know that's how I felt.

"Don't," they said. "He treats you like shit."
"He doesn't see," they said.
"But how," I reasonably questioned. "How can I ever stop loving him?"
"Why not?" They asked.
But he'll never know the warmth and the love and the peace that washed over me as I simply explained:
"Because, I fell into this endless abyss that is him, and I'm too far in it, too far to ever get out of it."

He'll never know of this love, so strong and so alluring, unless he felt the same way.

I hope he did.
I hope he still does.