I do still love you

I had to say it. But only once. I won't say it again. I do still love you. The look you gave was all that needed to be said. It looked like exasperation, and annoyance, and anger all wrapped in one quick glare. I do still love you, and my love for you has only grown. Now that I can see clearly, now that I'm actively fighting my bad thoughts, I see all the reasons why I loved you before and all the things you do now. So I still love you, that's not going to change. I know that might hurt to hear, which is why I won't say it again, but I had to let you know. 

I still love you. I whisper it each night before I fall asleep, and it screams in my head when I look at your face.