I thought.
I thought of you before. I still do. I certainly do. I am trying to forget you. In case you would not ask for more. More of me. More of that famous us. That us we might not ever have.
In every time, any minute, any smell and view. There you are. Memories of five weeks can be painful, can be weak, can be forever. If you love someone. Someone that is very dear to you. I will never give up on you. Whatever you choose me or not, this is not the last goodbye. My dear.