A Part of Me

I loved you. Maybe I still do, but of that I am not sure. Maybe my love for you is simply sleeping. Tired of not being able to flourish: Tired of not being able to grow. Condemned to be eternally there, but not really. 

Yet, sometimes, I think it's just a beautiful memory. A memory that I would love to live through again. You were the first. The first to treat me as a woman. The first to make me feel like I'm beautiful.

Thanks to you, I have grown so much. Thanks to you I can say that I've lived a great love.

Deep inside, I still have hope. I still wish that someday in the future, fate gives us another chance. Because in one way or another, you will always be a part of my life: A part of me.

Miss having you by my side.