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I know she still loves me. I know she still remembers my love. She remembers me, my touch, my presence, my embraces, my voice, my eyes. She remembers how she used to feel. She remembers how she still feels around me. She remembers how I used to make her feel. She remembers. Yes she does, I know.
I know how she still feels whenever I am around her. I know how the colour of her eyes change, when I look into hers. I know she still feels 'uncomfortable' around me. Uncomfortably, comfortable. I know she still looks for words to say, when I speak to her, talk to her. I know how her eyes seek for me, search for me whenever I am not around. I know she still craves..me.
I know her. How her heart leaps and smiles when I look at her. I know how she still longs for those smiles. I know how her laughs still feel magical to me, they are still for me, I know. Her eyes still shine for me, her heart still looks for me. I know, I just know.
She knows me. She still shuts me up, like she used to do. Her love is still the same for me, like she used to have - fiery. Her eyes still hold that fire, those eyes in which I have fallen and keep falling. Her face still holds that bravery, the bravery which won me over. Her thoughts still provoke me, like they used to do earlier. She knows how to shut me up, still.
I know how I remind her of our love. I have seen her entranced, whenever our eyes meet. Just like the earlier days. I know she remembers our love, my love, her love. I know she feels the same connection with me. the way I do with her. I know she is still connected, with me.
I know its not the same now. She remembers my love, but not the lover. She smiles with my love, but not me. She laughs with my love, but not me. She cries for my love, but not me. She feels the same love, but not me. She knows the same touch, but not me. She knows the same hold, but not me. She knows my love, but not me...
But that's perfectly okay. I still have her with me, in front of me. And she is happy with..with a person that is not me. She is happy, I am happy. She knows and remembers my love. Its still in her heart. My love is always with her, in her, with her - protecting her always. She is safe with my love, my love will keep her safe. My love will always be with her, even if she won't be with me...
I am happy, yes I am. My love was always about her, for her. She was always with me, she still is, her love is still..for ME. No matter if my love is not for me. Its okay, its okay for me. She was always free, my love was always free. It still is.
Love never binds anyone, it lets you free. Free of one's choices. I can still hope, the hope is still mine because my love is still hers. I can still hope my love in her, would choose me. ME.
She remembers my love, she just doesn't remember...ME.
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PS: Thought of writing something about his love for her. The selfless love he has for her...❤️
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