I still love you.

After that blog entry the voices in my head went off about your situation.

long story short, they painted a scenario where we reunite.

I didn’t hate it. I didn’t feel anything profound, but I wasn’t against it.

And the more I thought about it, working with you to strike up a romance, to reignite that loving feeling again, I thought it was at least possible, that I would give it a chance.

Of course, I can’t believe in these hallucinations, I have to take your words seriously, I have to continue living without a shred of hope in my heart.

But without those flowery words, without the golden glow, without the feeling in my hand, knee, chest or stomach, I know-

Deep down

In the depths of my subconscious

That I still love you.