Love you so much it makes me sick.

I love you, I love you, I love you, but you don't wanna understand. Everyday I shelter in my memories which they're the best things that I've in my head. Sorry but I can't stop thinking about them. Sometimes I wonder how I can still love you although you make me cry so frequently and then I think about when I was full of happiness and everything was going so good. Almost five months are gone from that period and many things are changed. For example you don't talk to me anymore and I still don't know why. Simply you have stopped to do it and I still feel sad and guilty. Guilty of a blame that I don't have, but I'm paranoid, y'know. Lots of love, Izzy.