I am too scare to know the answer so I keep it in mind

I fought and fought though the battle is endless,

I've never won.

I gathered the shits and asked,

"Do you still even love me after all the dream we've wished for?"

There's a long pause before the answer comes,

"I don't know"

"Is there someone else?"

He takes a deep breath,

"No, no, it is not like that.. I did  love you, and now I don't know what I feel. There's no really reason other than that. Maybe I just got tired of loving you. I felt like I was stuck with you and it started to make me hate you a little."

I don't answer for the reply.

I've never been this worst.

he knows I am damaged, 

but still choosing to love me once.

and us just don't feel the same as the way we were