of forgetting and not forgetting

I know you may not believe me, but I miss you.

You might think I've forget of you but I don't.

I'm always thinking of you,

every day since the last time we saw

I ask myself how is he?

Is he alright?

Is he happy?

Does he miss me?

Is he thinking of me too?

But then comes life and takes me away of my thinking.

Life is making me forget you,

day by day.

I still remember everything of you.

How could I just forget about you that easy?

From time to time

I still hear your laugh

I still remember the warm of your arms

and that look that you gave me back then,

when we used to love each other

and when we thought everything was perfect.

I miss you, how can I not miss you?

You were part of a future that would not exist,

you were part of dreams that are never going to happen.

You were a promise of happiness that never came.

You might think I have forgot you but I haven't.

I'm always thinking of you.

Always.