It still hurts

I thought, time heals sore. False. Even if i want to sleep, my mind is allways at you. So, i remember the time when you give me the best present in my life. The seven-day-i-think-you-are-so-beautiful-letters. That still means infinitely much to me and my small heart. For strangers: That person wrote me every day an letter, one week long. And in every letter were good sides of my character and my look described. At this time, i completely was dissatisfied with myself and it helped me to become a better self-image.
I never wanted to loose you.