a story

Lying in my arms, you asked me, "How much do you love me?"

I said,"I don't know, I can't tell you in words".
"How can I tell you how much love I have for you. But all I know is that I love you."

Then you asked,"Why do you LOVE me."
I said,"I can't tell you, why do I love you, but I will tell you a story."
Even though I had forgotten it, I collected my memory and gathered some words.

"There used to be girl and a boy. He really loved her so much. She always kept on asking him, why do you love me and he always said that he can't tell her why he loves her. One day she was really furious and said that h don't love her, cause he can't even tell her why he loves her. She said that her friends boyfriend can tell her friend why he loves and when she keeps sharing this with her, it hurts her. He was really concerned about her, and he knew this time he has no escape, so he said,'OK, I'll try to tell you.'
'I love the way you look at me.'
'I love the way smile.'
'I love the way you hold my hand.'
'I love the way you make me feel, when I'm with you.'

Sadly, the girl meets an accident few days later and goes into coma.
The guy recovering though all the pain and facing the reality, puts a letter beside her pillow.

It read like this,
Now that you can't see me the way you used to be, I don't love you.
Now that you don't smile, I don't love you.
Now that you can't hold my hand, I don't love you.
Now that you can't make me feel anything, I don't love you.

But, I still love you, 'cause that is the way LOVE is."

I love you still
I did, I do and I will