Love is different!

Morning. I sit alone on a bench. Dull, unbearable pain pierces the body. I try to calm myself ... I remember the friends ... I can not, I have traded them all for you ... in my head went through some moments of life ... you again! And again, the same piercing pain ...
The last couple of days I can not find a place, can not eat, can not sleep, all my thoughts only about you, about us ... Why are you so? I did love you, I love life ... more like ...
When you're gone, I wanted to die! I thought a lot about it ... I thought about how you come to my funeral, as you cry, beg me to forgive you ... NO! Death ultimately does not change anything! It is too easy ...
I cried a couple of days ...
Mom and she is two people who saw my tears! But Mom never hurt me intentionally ... She did ...
I wanted to scream, moan, plead ... was ready to kill anyone who even than he could help me! Wrong! ...
Why reciprocated?? Why said: "Love!" In response?? Why lied?? Why ???...
I did not do anything wrong! I just wanted you to be happy ... I was ready to carry you in my arms! Did a lot I would like in return? Just reciprocity ...
You were always the most dear, most near and dear to me, man !!!...
So many times said to himself: "Forget it! Everything goes! Such as it is thousands of ... "! Sometimes acted ... But as soon hear her voice, and ALL !!!...
A year has passed. We often see each other. At a meeting I "put on a iron mask, trying to show that it is not the most important thing in my life, not its meaning ... is hard and painful ...
Yes, now I know what love can be