My broken heart is somehow healed. At least now I know what love is, what love was, what it did for me and for him.

It healed his lifeless soul deeply, and it made me the most miserable person in the world, at the beginning and at the end, but, I thank him, because after all, I spend some nice moments, really ephemeral I have to say, (and I have to be blame for it), but awesome moments at the end, for he knew what we had was love, I didn’t, I was to scared to notice, to blind to see.

I know it’s really corny, but I will love him forever, even thought the person I loved is dead, and only my memories keep him alive.

I will love him, I will and I will wait to feel this again my whole life.