I completely forgot what it was like to love somebody until they were no longer in my reach anymore.
When I couldn't love them anymore.
Now you've moved on.
You didn't ask any questions.
I know you still wanted answers.
I never gave them to you.
You never asked.
But now I feel empty.
This can't be love, though.
It can't possibly be love if I only run back to you after I pushed you away.