You were the one that meant the most from day one, you stole my heart and never let it go. You meant the world to me and knowing I made you smile daily was worth its weight in gold. You held me so tight when I thought I'd fall apart. You were always so wonderful to me, the sun to my world, the rain to my plants, and the key to all locks about my soul. I loved you more than I ever thought I could love a person. You are my best friend, my human diary, my other half, the sanity in my otherwise ​insane world. I love you.

The last time m actually felt love, and it burned her to the core with such a bizarre, intoxicating feeling, it unfortunately vanished before her eyes. As they always say, there's always a reason for these things, sometimes the reason's yet to be spoken but what reason could it be that M isn't meant to love?
Perhaps it's her own flaws and faults that bestow her this saddening disposition or maybe, just maybe she's afraid.
Maybe she's afraid to fall, to grasp onto that little warm fuzzy feeling, maybe she's afraid to try again.
Afraid to be happy....