I thought I got over you. But when I saw you today, it felt really really weird. And after a cacoon of self-denial, relevation dawns, I still love you. Alot. You were my friend, I loved you. You were mine, I loved you more. And now you're nothing more than a stranger, but I still love you. 

Oh god, what happened to moving on?
I can get through it, somehow. But I'll never, ever, get over it.