You didn't love her. You just needed her to make you feel good. To satisfy your lonely miserable life, only because you knew she would accept your every mistake and flaw. It wasn't love from you, you just felt the relief knowing she would pick up after the pain you put her through. You knew she wouldn't complain, even if you dragged her in mud. Because you knew she loved you too deep to let you go of you. It wasn't love and you were just the devil.