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It's a cold place for those who aren't loved.  For those who never get to hear those beautiful words.  For those who get lied to.  For those who say it alone. And for those who have to beg for it.
I also wish it was easier.  That the little things didn't matter.  That I was ok.  That you were too.  That there wasn't this space between us. I wish I could love myself.  I wish I knew how to be happy. I wish you really could help me.  I wish I would have tried harder.  It was never your fault.  There's nothing wrong with you. Not anymore.  I helped you.  In my own way I did.  Maybe your not all quite there yet but you will.  It's just a matter of time.  Your heart is stronger than mine.  And now that you don't need me you feel you don't love me anymore.  You'd hate me for saying it.  But I know it's true.  I know you never did.  Maybe in your own way you did.  I sure felt it. I rarely got to hear it.  When I did it was probably the truth.  It sucks to have to say it alone, to have to beg you to stay, and being left alone begging for an I love you that I know wont come.