“I remember how I used to love you. I remember the eyes I used to look at you with; eyes that through the prism of love saw everything you did and were. I remember the hands I used to touch you with, hands full of reverence and devotion. I remember the heart I used to love you with, a heart so pure and selfless and so bursting with love. I remember the mind I used to love you with, a mind so full of you and every little detail of everything that was you. Yes, I used to love you the way I had never loved any before you and none since. I still have all the letters I wrote you and all the poems I penned you and when I read them, once again, all that I felt comes flooding back to me, in waves so strong sometimes I feel I will drown under the deluge and I can’t help but shed a tear; for you, for me, for what could have been if only you had let it be.”
— e.v.e.