The Hero Falls

No matter what it be, I was always there for her, happily, gladly and satisfactorily. There was nothing that she'd say and I'd refuse doing it or if it was tough I'd at least try hard for it; harder than probably anything else. Be it her simple things like doing some recharges when she couldn't possibly go out and needed the recharge or quiet a bit of serious things like filling forms  on the last day in the last hour. She knew, always knew I was her guy, the guy who could even make seemingly impossible thing possible. And despite what it may seem like, money had nothing to do in any of this. She wasn't using me; she already had my account number and even if I wouldn't tell her how much she owed my, she'd take some time, calculate and transfer the money into my aaccount. So she never owed me anything. My only intention was to help her face the things that I couldn't directly help her in (like the shits going on in her house) and thus I wsa always there for her.
However, things changed; not on her part but mine. My being available for her whether in the day or at 12:00AM calls eventually started to make me feel better. Not that it didn't earlier, but what transformed was, earlier I was happy seeing her happy, seeing her joy and her smile when her problems were sorted out but later, instead of me being one of the sourse of her happiness it turned the other way round; she became the sourse of my happiness. My intentions were still to see her happy but I got so much into it that I couldn't realise that until now, I was a hero of her; someone who should come only in need and then go invisible into the air. Instead I started to be available for her 24x7 and it became my first and foremost priority to see her happy and thus I deteriorated. From a hero, I turned into an ordinary being. I contemplated that since I want to see her happy because that made me happy and I'm the primary sourse of her joy (my misconception), so I should be a permanent part of her life so as to ensure that she's always happy. And yes, I fell in love with her. Furthermore, started getting obsessed with her. Only to know later that after her breakup (owing to families' differences) her parents fixed her marriage. I still couldn't realise it was all over between us.
Along with the things in her life, I started to change. I started to get more frank and more open to her. The hero got caught up into the humanly feelings and could never ever realise he was going to a destination that was on the horizon: something that we get close to, but only in our mind and as much close as we get to it, the further away it moves. I eventually became obsessed with her. Her not talking to me became a torment for me and eventually I developed (unknowingly, unintentionally) certain vibe, that I'm now cent percent sure she felt too. And I know it because it were those vibes only that got her uncomfortable and at last, she tethered all the contacts from me. And now, I'm just a forgotthen and leftover part of her life. I was too late to realise the role of hero I was playing in her life. Yet, now I don't feel the pain of her absence anymore. And maybe I wasn't that late because it is this realisation that is now helping me to be happy even in her absence. All I want to do now is let her know the guy she liked the company of, is back. But since things don't seem even a quarter good as they did, its not possible. So maybe, this persone was to be in my life for so long only. All I want her is to be happy, with or without my presence (which she obviously is), so nothing else matter for this hero.
I know if I could ever be hero again, I'm still gonna be an unsung hero. But its okay, especially given the fact that I'm destined to a lonely life anyway. But as long as heroism and its purpose is served, its alright. This hero fell, only to get a new lesson of a heroic life.