People don't believe my promises anymore. They don't believe it when I profess feelings or love or emotion. Maybe I don't believe myself, either.
But I love you. And I'll love you for a very long time, I think. I've always loved you, and I don't think I could ever...not love you. Does that make sense? Life no longer makes sense, yet it does. I'm sure you know what I'm talking about.
Of course, it'd be foolish to think that we'll be like this for the rest of however life goes. But I'll still love you, maybe not in the same ways, but I'll still love you.
That's what matters, right?