How can you live?

How can you live with what you did, with what you threw away?
You said your love was true and that I'd never see the day
That you would not be there, not be with me in my arms
Where I would keep you safe, and protect you from all harm.

We loved together, laughed together, even when we had
Those little trivial arguments, that never ended bad.
The times when we would talk about our bright future together
Making plans to love each other, from then until forever.

Or all the times that I was there to pick you up when you were down.
Or make you laugh when you were sad by acting like a circus clown.
Or when you needed someone there to hold you when your world was black.
Or when you ached and simply wanted someone who would rub your back.

But how about those other times, the ones when we knew life was good?
Like when we didn't want to leave, even though we knew we should.
And all the countless times when we would be alone just to hold hands
And get away from everybody's unapproving harsh demands.

When you were sick I cared for you, not thinking 'bout the risk to me.
In my eyes it was worth whatever sickness there could come to be.
Because I would have rather been infected with a plague of death
Than sit back watching you in pain with every single little breath.

Do you recall that time when we were walking many years ago?
I said to you "I love you" and you stood there, pretty in the snow.
I waited for reply, being quiet to not sound so crude.
After a bit you said awkwardly to me "I love you too, dude."

But possibly my fondest memory of us is from two years past.
Before you knew this love would never prevail, never last.
"This has been one of the best weekends I have had in a long, long time.  I love you."
To which you texted back to me "me 2 i love u 2"