During these years she hasn’t seen him, she hasn’t learnt to stop loving him. She’s wondering – whether she has failed to do it, or she is unable. She doesn’t know.
She misses him. And their time. She misses the feeling of being loved and being the most important to someone. She misses to wait for him to come back home. She misses to be tender to him.
Loving him all these years doesn’t make her less happy. She keeps on living. She keeps on being happy. She knows, that her love has nothing to do with the memory of him. She loves him not because he is next to her and she can touch him, or share with him her moments. She loves him because she can’t do not love. She knows – the love will end when it comes the time. Is this day coming? Nobody knows.
… that day she understood, HOW unselfish love could be. Since then the pain she has in her brest, doesn’t matter anymore – she’s is happy knowing that he is happy. Because she loves, but doesn’t expect. She is free.
And if one day his heart starts to talk about its love for her, he will come back. If no, they will both know – they have had the best time in their life. But it doesn’t mean it’s the end – there are a lot of other happy moments waiting for each of them.
And being apart doesn’t kill her love. She doesn’t need anything to be able to love.