Ten years ago, I thought my love for you was just a mirage that happened to pass by in my quiet heart. How many times did I question myself whether I loved its magic or its illusoryness; how many times did I tell myself that I should learn to forget, but forget? To forget or to forget?
In these ten years without you, I don't feel like it's a void, because I have given everything I have.
Even if no one can understand my love for you, I am willing to treat you as the only one in my life.