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I'm starting to think
I'll never get over you.
It's been eight months since you ended us,
and I still love you through all that you do.

I remember the kisses,
the long nights,
and the love.
I remember the arguements,
the teasing,
and the hugs.

Sometimes I wonder if you miss me, too.
I wonder if you ever needed me,
like I needed you.
I wonder if you know that I still do.

Truth is,
I'm still so in love with you.
You don't even know the effects that you
have on me.
I wish you did, though,
then maybe we could, yet again, be something.

But,
I know that you've moved on,
I miss you like crazy.
I really try hard to be strong,
but I fail daily.

I've tried to move on,
I've tried to find someone new.
But it always comes out
that the fact of the matter is,
simply he's not you.