βIβve never loved anyone as much as I loved you.β You went on to say that had things been different that we would still be together today. We cried and held one another close. It was New Yearβs and we were far from home but closer to one another than I could have imagine. And I imagined every possibility of what this moment would have been like for years.
You were right. I still have never loved another the way I loved you. Every time we lock eyes, I feel that love. Is it a memory of what was or what could still be?