Im still in love with you after all these years, even though I told you long ago I moved on. I still scribble poems about you in my notebook and I still cry when I look through old pictures of us. I never felt happy for your relationships, I always just felt ok- because I had to learn to hide in order to keep you. But now that you’re gone I can’t deny that I miss you, and still love you, even if what we had feels like a fever dream now