“I love you.”
Right now I’m not sure if I do anymore, but I say it anyway because it’s all that I am. I can’t remember what you look like very clearly, or even recall the sound of your voice. I’m not the same person you left and you’re not the same person I love. I love you in a way that you’re my whole world yet I would rather not feel like that ever again.
But I know I love you because that’s the only reality I’ve known. I know I love you because I can’t love anything else. I know I love you because you’re my whole life, even if you’re not in it.
I know that I love you.
I find it comforting to hold on to this fading emotion because I know what it feels like and who isn’t a sucker for familiarity?
*picture credit I’m not really sure about, it’s just a picture I found in my archives. All credits go to the original photographer, not me.