It was a love, and it remains a love. Yes, I have and I do. Sometimes, and at the last time it happens most often, I have been suffering that I do love. How does it possible? And at this last time I often, and not intentionally trying to find causes tell myself that it is not right, that I have to stop, to kill that feelings inside of me. But every time I've couldn't. And after my recently attempt to forget, I found myself that these feelings - even not maybe, I'm pretty sure of that - is my clearest, the purest feelings that I ever had felt. Without any dependence, against her negative for me, against for her disagree with my feelings, I keep loving her. It is so strong inside of me, despite anything, no matter what. And I become full of hope and stronger, when I'm stopping think "Why she didn't tell me anything? Why did she try to kill my feelings, and deliberately or not, to saying things that did hurt me?", etc.