I've thought and thought about it. I've questioned and second-guessed myself whenever I was asked that question. I've dredged up every single memory I have, both good and bad, and sifted through them over and over again until it hurts to think anymore. I've searched my memory and my soul, mentally relived every single day, and weighed out all the options and circumstances of it. And each time, the answer is the same: "Nothing has changed. Everything is still the same."
Je suis comme amoureux de lui maintenant comme j'étais tous ces mois avant.
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