Still.

Still gloomy, because still love.
Still gloomy, because I still love.
Yet I love nothing that is mine.

I love what you said. I love how you were. I love how it was. But I cannot love you. Because, I am not allowed to.

How depressing. I wish my making you tell me that you'd never love me, never be with me, and never get over her.. Was a lie.

Yet I shouldn't think that way. Because it wasn't. So I will try to stop thinking of you.. But fail.. And pretend that boy emailed me, pretend the Japanese tutor emailed me, and pretend I don't love all you did. Pretending.. But failing. Yet I'll pretend I don't miss your company. And I'll pretend I'm okay.. Day after day.