You’re still in love with many things,
With memories of tentative first kisses,
Of hugs that made sadness melt away,
You’re still in love with having someone to talk to in the middle of the night,
After the rest of the world has fallen asleep,
And you miss the feeling of a weary head resting on your shoulder or in your lap,
You’re in love with fading feelings of belonging,
Of having a hand to hold,
Of being loved back…

You’re still in love with many things
But not with him.