I know I loved him because even now and after all, I think about him from time to time. Not with regret, fear nor with sadness. I look back and I smile.

I know it was love because even after all these years a tiny part of me still wishes everything was just the way it was back then. And it isn’t because I felt happy or complete or alive. I was empty, broken, left alone and dead inside. But I had something I don’t have since then.

I was in love.

Source: writerworldofwords.wordpress.com/2017/08/29/if-we-learn-can-we-call-them-mistakes/