My Chest Feels More Like a Fist Wrapped in Blood Part Deux

Titles. They have never really mattered much to me before now. I hadn't realized how much it meant to call her my girlfriend. Until I couldn't anymore. I still do, to those who know the situation, but officially, she is my ex now. She still loves me. Which is good. And dear God, do I love her. If anything has changed, my love for her has grown exponentially. She tells me she is mine, one hundred percent. Is that enough? Can it be? We are doing much better now, but it hurts me. She needs this and I need her, so I'm accepting this again. I could have let it go, but I can't let her go. So, for now, we are unofficially together.