I would say that this is the longest we've been apart? 3 months is a record I've never thought I would survive. But then, I wouldn't say I was completely alive in the past 3 months.

Do I still love you? Irrefutably and implicitly, yes. I love you; but only because I will never stop loving you. You've been too deep in me for too long that I don't suppose I'll ever truly let you go. I guess you can say that you're too big a part of me that cutting you off completely would be like severing a limb, or an organ. But have I given up all of hope of reconciliation? No - despite the almost over-whelming urge of the pessimist in me, we have too much history for me to believe that it will all vanish in moments.

Because up till now I have no idea what went wrong. Of course, I was the one who became a zombie, I was the one who pushed you away, but I've never understood the trigger. For once in all these years I couldn't find solace and peace from you. My inability to feel has eclipsed all the love you lavished on me; it exhausted you and I couldn't even work up the energy to care.

I've been better lately - pulled back to the world of the living and feeling. I miss you - your dark eyes and your nose; your soft lips.