Dear you

I was never really sure this is important to you, maybe you don’t remember this at all. One thing I can be sure of, it’s something I mustn’t regret. What we had, though short, was enough to be kept as one of the chapter in my book of love. The chapter where I learn how love grows without knowing why, when, how and from where. It grows and I let it grow, because I know no other way to stop it from growing