Every time someone asks me, "do you still like him?", I can't help but realize  just how trival the word "like" is.
What I feel for him cannot be encompassed in those four alphabets. I  cannot call it "love" either, cause it feels much deeper, much sacred than any other love I have ever felt before.
All I can say is that I care for him, and perhaps I always will even if we were not in each other's lives.

"and i have never once felt this type of love. the type that lifts you so high above everything; the struggles you're facing, the neglect to yourself, the way you feel about the world and how easily you could slip out unnoticed. but you... you've built me a wonderful whimsical world where i believe that i can be just as happy as the next person, like on my lowest days i think of daisy's and not death and on my highest i can think of you so much that you are there and not just a strong aroma that i smell at the slight thought of you. you encapsulated me and brought me to a new place of a higher being and yet you haven't quite seen what i know... you are what keeps my head above water when i so desperately want to drown, you anchor me in place where i once couldn't imagine staying still, and you make my mind roam so free like a herd of wild horses running from the awful storm to the place they feel safe and that is me beside you. When i'm in your arms i know no harm can come to me, i am an untouchable object to pain and i am no friend of death, and when we part ways like Moses did the red sea a single tear will slip because once again i tip starting to slowly find my way to the waters edge where i'm surely not in my own head... i'm lost and you know just where to find me and you make it in just a nick of time before the damage is done and you bring the sun with you to dry up the puddles that have escaped my eyes, you bring the happiness i've longed for after the mere hours of being apart and yes you might call this being to dependent... but when you've been alone for so long you latch on to the one who makes you feel like you've never felt before and you hold on to that. because that's an undeniable love that i never want to fade like my washed out blue jeans, i want it to grow like the wildflowers you can find on any local road and i want it to stay like the pain did for so long, so replace the pain and come cuddle up... show me the love that makes my heart run amuck and sing in the breeze i would've once complained of being stuck..." ~m.a.g