After her,
After I freed her in my mind,
After I failed to love her,
I knew she never loved me.
She loved me as a friend,
She loved me as a man,
She loved me as a person,
But to love and be in love are so not the same.
After her,
I tried to move on,
I tried to forget,
I failed at that too.
Now,
I live day to day,
Still looking for a reason,
To stop loving her.
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