You were a vision of devotion, couldn't ask for more. You thought of nothing else, almost to your detriment. She was your world, she was your life. Until she wasn't.
Now it's all about Someday and maybe again and what might have been. Next time you'll be stronger, better. You look forward to the time when you will be able to meet her needs better, show her that you're the one.
You can't stop thinking about her, and you think this justifies this. "True love has a bit of obsession mixed in, that's the way it is." You ask me how I got over her, when you have no intention of doing so. You whine and wait and wonder if she'll come back.
She never came back to me, and I never expected her to. Don't waste your life away chasing after the past. Live.