I saw him the other day. His arms around another girl, his eyes. when met with mine—were slow in their recognition.
I wonder if he remembers what I once told him. I will love you forever. He had smiled at me sadly before giving his reply. But I am to afraid you may one day stop.
Now all these years later, I am the one who is afraid. Because I love him, I still do. I haven’t stopped. I don’t think I can. I don’t think I ever will.
– Lang Leav