For the first time in about three months, I've started crying over him once again.
I love him, I really do.
As time passes by, I become more aware of how much I meant it when I said "I love you" to him.
Maybe I've said it too often that he never got to grasp the real meaning of it...
But each time I said it, I meant it.
It's hard for me to show it...but I try to show that love in my sleepless nights and persistence in the things I made for him. I went beyond from where my limits were.
I really, really love this guy.
I should hate him, right? After all, he doesn't love me. He doesn't truly love me.
Because...
True love lasts forever...and it stays no matter what.
It is a form of unconditional love. It IS unconditional love.
He never unconditionally loved me.
But I...I still love him despite of everything he did to me...despite his flaws...
I still love him, for him.
My feelings for him remain unchanged.
I'm sure he's very very happy without me...but I guess that's good.