All the things I gave him

The way I was always thinking of him. Of what he liked, what he said, that he was alive at the same time as me. I thought it was a miracle.

I turned him into a god I wanted to please so badly, if he had asked for my arm, I would have chopped it myself.

But it was worst cause he never asked and even then

I gave him my heart.

I gave him my life.

I gave him my soul.

And then he left.