I never stop being in love which is odd for someone who has only loved three times in their life.
I never stop being in love with people. Even when time goes on, and people leave, and their things are no longer at my bedside, I never quite stop loving.
I guess you could say it's my fault since I don't believe in it anyway, but how can you?
I loved every butterfly kiss my first love gave me, and every pen-stroke the second gave. I love every subtly touch my current love gives now and some how I can't seem to let go of any of it.
I will never stop loving every note passed between us during passing period, and those extensive phone calls which ended at 4:36 am because the distance between us was far too great for the Wi-Fi signal to carry.
I will never stop being  loving the curly hair and green eyes.
I can't. It is simply impossible. And maybe that's my problem. Maybe I carry a little piece of them with me, and that's why I can never get anyone to stay long enough for the love between us to flourished like it has before.