Falling In Love, #2

And she loved me too.

With all of her fears she did. No matter how hard it was at times, or how disposable it seemed; she never let go of it. She did not always feel loved, but she never stopped loving. Every now and then, it might've not been expressed as well, but it never stopped existing.

This, I presume, made the whole difference -- for me, and of course, for her.

For us.