I still love you.

I’ve been dying since you left, since the last time that I saw your eyes, knowing that I won’t see them anymore. I’ve been so stressed but peaceful, because in some way, I knew that you wouldn’t come back, that I was over without you.

I’ve been writing letters enough for a year, sending them, with no answer. I’m still missing you, I’m still needing you… I don’t mind if you care or not, but… I’M STILL LOVING YOU.