why do you haunt me?

I loved you, and now you haunt me. Why? Why wasn’t I enough? You were enough for me. I live now with a lingering ache, a memory filed of constant doubt. I weakened with your touch and yearned for the next. Chained to you by your every breath, and intoxicated by the mist. All I required was an echo, a reply. At times you afforded me the subtle hint. Just enough to keep me faithful and wanting more.
I never felt secure. Constantly guessing, predicting your mood. You tired easily of me. I knew that. I cried a lot during those years. It was a never ending rerun of pain. I wanted to uncover a way to rid myself of you. SEVER MY HEART, JUST TEAR IT OUT. Instead, I accepted my agony and bowed to its defeat. I was frightened and frozen, so I bled over and over. BROKEN an HOLLOW I Isolated myself in a world reinventing the perfect character. The woman you wanted. I was never successful.
Why wasn’t I enough? Why do you still haunt me? Why after all these years do I still recall and relive those moments. Why?