If I loved someone - truly loved someone, would I not exert more effort to know her, to understand her wants and needs, to take an interest in her complexity?
Could I notice the glow fading from her mien, her smiles and laughter becoming a memory of the distant past? Could I be sensitive to, be conscious of the pain and frustration she has kept within her stoic, silent facade? Could I sense her melancholy, loneliness, emptiness? Could I recognise the times she needed someone, and what she needed from him? Could I be able to see that while I would go on living my life, she would wallow hers to waste?
If I know that her heart would break if I couldn't do all that, I would! I would strive, I would try my very best, I would. But she must not expect that of me - I wouldn't know her heart would break, for I am a man. Still, she would, for she is a woman.
And away she would drift. When she is lost to me, would I be baffled, and wonder why? Yes, I would.