The answer,
To a question,
You may or may not have thought about asking,
Is:

"Always."

I had a dream.

I unfolded this little piece of paper,
And there,
In my very own handwriting,
Were the words:

I knew that I once loved you,
Because I still do.

I couldn't remember who the note was meant for.
Or maybe it wasn't shown in my dream,
I'm not sure.

I'm just wondering,
What the unconscious is trying to tell the conscious.

Let me tell you a secret.

I feel like a failure.
I think I am one.
I've never felt so pathetic,
Helpless or lost in my entire life.

I want to quit right now.
Then you can see me,
Working in some low-paying job again.