he knows i love him. believe me. he knows. he knows it by heart, by the times we cried on the phone when we realised we had to break up. or by the times i asked him to stay just a little bit more with me, because i was afraid that if he went, he might never come back. he knows everything. he knows i love him more than anything else, unconditionaly. he knows.

maybe he needs proof.

even more? more than all the ones i've been giving him? more than trying, day after day to talk to him to work things out? more than calling him and admitting i had only done it because i missed his voice? and you know? there's nothing that hurts more than hearing him say he misses me too and then do nothing to have me back.