She'll never know how important she was to me.
She'll never know how much I cared about her.
She'll never know how she made me feel.
She'll never know much I loved having her in my life.
She'll never know how much I loved talking to her.
She'll never know how beautiful I thought she was, every time I saw her.
She'll never know how much I admired her.
She'll never know how much I loved her.
But most importantly, she'll never know how much I hate myself for causing this.
