Everything

She told me once, when she was angry at me,
That it was because I was the one
Who she loved the most, in the whole world.
It didn't sound to me,
at the time,
That she loved me very much, at all.
I'm pretty sure I didn't tell her,
at the time,
That I loved her too. I probably didn't.
And now, after she did everything for me,
I can't tell her that I do, and I did,
at the time.