I still love you. I love you more than anything in the world. I love you more than every fiber of my being. I love you more than I love my blood. You are mine, You’ve become my blood. You are my everything. You are my family. I love you more than anything I’ve claimed to love before. It feels so strange to disregard the “love” I thought I’d felt before you. I suppose everyone calls it “puppy love”, but it felt so real. But I can’t help but to think I’ve never felt anything at all compared to the love I feel for you. I suppose everyone goes through these emotions, do they? Still, I feel it’s unique to you and I. I can’t comprehend anyone loving any one person the way that I love you. I’m going to love you for the rest of your life.