In English we say, "I still love you".
But Dostoevsky said, "The price of loving someone very much is never loving anyone again. Because once you've touched something that deep, everything after feels shallow. You start comparing every warmth to their fire, every gaze to their gravity. But nothing comes close to that depth again. So you learn to live with the ache. Not because you want to, but because forgetting them would be like losing the last proof that you ever loved at all".