I love Mary... I care about her.

Mary seems to think no one is worth caring about, and THAT is something I
will not understand.  I thought she cared about me, and I'm not talking
about personal problems that she had being a reflection of her not caring
about me..  I'm talking about just me.  I hate to see her smoking, not
eating enough, wearing gobs and gobs of makeup to hide her beautiful face...
and dating other guys she barely knows... well, maybe that's good.  I just
hope that she doesn't make any mistakes, doesn't get too close, too
intimate.... too far away from me.  She still has not shown me any signs that
she is even close to understanding how special our closeness was, and how
magical it made me feel -- how much I appreciated it.  She was my
best friend, the one I shared anything and every feeling and emotion with.
I had complete trust in her... and she didn't trust me.
Love is a two way street, if you don't have it in both directions it can't
be so.. not the way it's supposed to be.

I want love, with Mary, the way it should be...  the right way.