he loved me. he still does. I am the one who doesn't share the feelings. I don't love him anymore. I might once more, but only after one more joyful trip to my world.the world of all my memories good and bad, love and hate, peace and war.that is always what it takes to reawaken my love for him.then after a while though, it returns to its peaceful slumber. it lies sleeping waiting for my senses to come back to me and to return to the land of peacefulness and it is there that I find the real meaning of love.
