If it's not love? What do you call it then?

I just broke my own heart.

Well I do that - all the time.

Not always though, just sometimes, when I think too much.

The truth is, I love you,

But the thing is, I'm confused.

To me you're the most important thing to me now.

But you know what, before you, there was Him, and even when you're here, He constantly coming in and out of my mind. There was always, Him. And He's still here.

I love you so much - it hurts like hell.

But come to think of it, do you feel the same like I do?

Does it hurt, when you think of not having me there? or Leaving me?

Can you breathe, when you think of, not having to see me, even for a day?

Can you eat, can you sleep, when you know that I'm not around?

Does it feel overwhelming when you see me. You just don't know what to think.

Your mind will go blank. Your eyes are just me, your ears just want to listen to what I will say, as when I kiss you, your soul is as if it would come out through yours to mine.

Nothing else matters. Just me. Just you and me. That's all that matters. Our world. Our life.

It's love then. It is love. But you know what. I have a question.

How long that will last? till I die? even when I'm dead?

How bout if there would be a life after that, would it change?

How sure are you? How are you sure that it will last that long?

If you have the answers, come back to me.

I'll be waiting, for you.