I still love him. After all these pains, after all this time. I still love him in the way one loves and misses their passed away partners. He still makes me cry, makes me smile and affects me in ways he can't see. I know he wants to say sorry, but I guess that's all that has been left. I've been having a hard time to accept that and I don't know if I will ever accept that. And I don't know either, whether this feeling will eventually end some day.