I hate that I have only become more in love with you since the day you left me.

How is that even possible? You have done nothing to earn it. You have only done damage to the trust I had in you. How is it that I have not yet begun to remove your presence even though your presence has evaporated? It is because what I feel is real. It is because what I know is true. It is because I allow it to be. I cannot extinguish a love that I have never felt before. It will remain, forever, until the day I die.