Everything I do for her, truly all that I can. I write her poetry, buy her gifts, notice and compliment her every little change. When I’m alone I think of her during the day and dream of her at night. I sacrifice my time, money, effort and dignity because that is what she deserves and I am nothing compared to her. So engrossed in my love for her, this unhealthy infatuation and obsession, I nearly forget: she loves me too.