And I want to believe that I will get over this. Over you. Soon.
But at the same time I want to believe even more that you still love me, that I just have to wait a little longer, that this is just a phase as you say.
The problem is that, right now, it's hard to believe that you loved me as much as you did.
And I can't find your letters to remind me.
Every word's a whisper without you