She still matters to me...
I still see her sometimes. When I close my eyes. I still see the spark in her eyes from when she looked at me. I always thought she had beautiful eyes, but she hated them. A lot of things were that way. She'd eat and then purge to try to lose weight when she already had an amazing figure. She'd always be trying new makeup on. Her biggest obsession was her eyebrows; I never got why.
It felt like me telling her that she was beautiful wasn't ever good enough for her. That "Babe, you look amazing today, holy shit!" meant nothing. Or, "You're so cute when you do that," was just...words.
I never said anything to hurt her. I always told her the truth, and made sure my compliments came from the bottom of my heart.