Analysis of Love language

Sitting alone, a thought pops up in my mind,
I tried not to think, cause i know the solution I'll not able to find,
It's about me,
It's about you,
It's about us,
It's more about trust!
My precious you steal from me,
It was my love language you took away when you leave!
Writing letters, Poetry, and journals  was kind of my thing!
But now when someone asked me about love,
It only just hurt!
I wish I could buy a time machine,
Go back there when everything was so fine,
How beautiful you understand my language of love, and now I'm alone and it hurts like hell!
I wish I could go in the future, ask my self,
Do I still think about you?
Maybe I found some answers that make me rest in peace,
But the one thing I always hide, around
My precious love language that just you found,
You took it away with you, when you leave,
Now I'm here, hopeless, and grabbing what's left behind while I bleed.