My mother asked me if I'm still in love with you. I said "I don't know", but I do. I do know. How can I, the one who devoured your existence for an entire year, not love you anymore? It's not simple, much less easy. What can I say? What else should I do? I tried. I tried to love you less, but I couldn't. I loved you with all my being, time, soul and all my life. Your name has a sour taste in my mouth, but I'm still here... I'll always be here for you. Even when our time comes, and our paths part, you will always be at the bottom of my thoughts, even when I forget your voice and your face is no longer the same as in my memories, I will still be here for you, waiting. And I will move on, inevitably, I will get old and tired, but it will always going to be you.
