I think it's safe to say that,
We men never really move on.
She is not with me, yet I love her.
She never said anything back, yet I love her.
She never remembers me, yet I love her.
I still remember our first meeting, our first text, the day our eyes met.
You know, it's been ten years yet I miss her.
Perhaps it doesn't matter, did she loved me or not, at-least I loved her.
In my memories and uncharted dreams she is still with me, even though in reality she belongs to someone else.
Love is the memory that refuses to fade,
It keeps haunting a person,
Until his death.
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PoetryThis is a book entitled for all my poems to be found in a single point in time.
