Don't say that you have forgotten her when every night that you think of what you could have been, you sulk in a corner. And when you still try to seek for her warmth in every summer get-aways and winter cuddles.
Don't say that the kisses you shared has become a blurred memory, when you still try to find her trace in the places you've been, especially under the streetlight where you first held her hand.
Don't say that you won't ever want her again, when you still try to find her in people you meet. When you are still reminded of her every time you see someone with cheerful eyes and pinkish lips.
Don't say that you are over her. Don't say that you love her no more. Don't say that she's just an excerpt of your story. Because you still wake up hoping for another chapter with her. You still eat your food hoping that she'll be munching a plate of salad like she usually does in front of you the next time you eat dinner. You still go home hoping that when you open the door, she's there, lying on the sofa, watching her favorite twilight saga, and run to you when she sees you. You still long for her tight embrace, and the giggle she makes. You still crave for her sudden "I love yous" and late night talks.
You love her. You do. Even after you lost her. Even after she became your most regrettable almost. Even after she became the greatest "what if" in your mind. And even now, that she became someone else's lover. Even now that when someone asks if you know each other, you tell them that you are strangers.
