I love you. I don’t know how to make that sentence less complicated. I don’t know how to make it more reasonable. I only know that when I think of your face, something inside me still becomes incredibly soft. You touched something in me that very few people ever reached. You touched my heart, yes, but somehow that doesn’t feel like enough to describe it. You touched my soul. You became part of the way I experienced the world. And maybe that is why letting go has been so difficult. Because how do I simply let go of someone I still want to turn toward?