I never thought that i would miss her constant nagging. I knew a part of me secretly loved her inquisitiveness, but I didn't know that I would feel incomplete without her. I remember holding her bare body in my arms after a particularly rough day and some sex to match, and her asking me, "Do you love me?" I couldn't even answer her, and that's what breaks mu heart. She worked so hard trying to fix me that she broke herself in the process, and I just wish everything had went differently.
I think I remember the exact moment I broke her. We were sitting outside the back of the venue, all the boys were in their changing rooms because management has pissed us off once again, and she came to comfort me. I was smoking my spliff and trying to think, but she tried to grab my hand. I moved mine away from hers quickly, and she faltered a little bit. She said, "Do you love me?" and I walked into the other room. At the time, I thought she was being needy and I decided I needed my space, but when I went back outside about an hour or so later, she was gone. I knew from that point on, that nothing would ever be the same. If only I could just go back in time and tell her that I did, that I do.
