What do you guys think of what I wrote? Is it any good? I'm afraid it is too sappy.?

Have you ever loved someone so much that it hurts? I have. I loved a man so much that I gave him my all. Anything that he asked of me, I did. Because it meant that I was something to him. That was what I wanted; to matter to someone. To him, to matter to him. That was the all-consuming force of my life. Everything I did, I did with him in mind. When I woke and got ready for the day, my critical eye went over my wardrobe desperately searching for something that would catch his eye and make me appear beautiful to him. As I did my makeup, carefully applying it, I would pray that today would be that day. The day he realized that I was everything he could desire in a girl. He would glance at me ravishingly, grab me into his arms, and pionately kiss my soft lips. Dreamily I would stare up into his eyes and proclaim my love for him. And he would tell me he loved me. How I longed to hear those words, the words that would complete me, I thought. But I never heard them. I gave up so much of my time to him. Thinking of him, dreaming of those dark, mysterious eyes, wondering what he was doing, conjuring up ways to make him happy and his life better. Even so, he owed me nothing. Certainly not the three words I so desperately longed to hear. Because all I did for him, all my time I spent preoccupied with him, was given of my own free will. Never once did he ask that I adore him, worship the very ground he walked on, placate his every desire, satisfy his every whim. No, not once. Instead, the one thing he did ask of me I couldn’t give. He wanted my friendship, my platonic companionship. For all my desire to give into his every wish and obey his every command, I couldn’t truly give him the one thing he asked for. I know why. My love was, still is, a selfish love. I wanted him, and I wanted him whether he wanted me or not. I couldn’t accept that he didn’t love me, never had, never would. I tried, I swear I tried, to be satisfied by his friendship. In comparison to the fullness of love, though, friendship couldn’t satisfy me. It was all or nothing I thought, until I lost his friendship. Mere friendship may feel unpalatable and colorless next to the full red gleam of love, but it sparkles like the finest of diamonds or the rarest of rubies when it is taken, no, not taken but ruthlessly seized from one’s very grasp and replaced with the bitterest of vendettas.