BEFORE .... at some point I've loved her...

I'm not sure what I loved most about you. For the first time it wasn't physicall, I loved your soul, the unique way in your everything. I loved me loving you, the way it felt. But, at some point, I've stoped loving you. I wasn't enough for all that love. At that moment I killed myself. Even if my heart keeps beating, even if my lungs still breathing. Even if my brain keeps telling me I'm alive. I know I'm not!