Ironically...

[Canoris]

You say she was robbed (almost), did you talk with her about that, or did she talked to someone?
Sometimes the fear can break you down not only for the moment but for the next days/weeks/months...
Maybe she just needs you to listen and don't talk, try to make her happy, as I guess she is still in the moment of the last night.

Aye, but she was happy before then. She was talking and cheerful. But the actual problem does not lie in the incident described, it is the direction of the relationship that is making me feel so damn depressed. I don't know how it is for others, I can only speak for myself, but when you give your ALL your heart, there is a deeper level of emotion then just the normal "let's-hang-out" relationships. Here is a poem I had written back in the freshman year of high school:

"As I think about love and all that accompanies it,
I feel as though I Know not of Love.
I feel like Love is defined by the undefined passion that surpasses the understanding of a person.
I feel Love is bound by the boundless ends of a man's heart.
Sometimes I feel as if its too much.
The kind of love that rejoices for tomorrow in the mind of today;
Captivating the very simplicity of knowing that you would do anything for that person.
And that is the point of Love that there is no turning back.
The kind of love that never dies;
Immortal love.
The love you feel with every beat of your heart.
The profound and perpetual reminder that...
I loved.

The tragedy of that beautiful passion,
Is the Love that is not loved.
The kind of love that never Dies,
The kind of love that knows he will never be loved with the same love.
O how sweet is the grief that accompanies this Love.
The bitter streams that yearn for Love have no condolence,
No pity.
"O God!"
"O how, O how will you let this tragedy overtake me!"
But all I hear through the tears is the sweet and gentle,
"I won't." "