"Doesn't Mean a Thing"

Just because I think of you non-stop,
Just because I remember every little detail about you,
Just because everything reminds me of you,
Doesn't mean I'm still in love with you.

So what if I wait for your text, call or buzz,
So what if I can relate to practically every love song, movie or book,
So what if I remember all of your jokes, stories or ideas,
Doesn't mean I'm still in love with you.

Even though I saved every text message,
Even though I've memorized everything I know about you,
Even though you're the first and last guy in and out my head,
Doesn't mean I'm still in love with you.

Sure, I always look for a red cap in the crowd,
Sure, I know exactly how you like to eat your pizza or your Oreo,
Sure, I notice how you're insecure about your looks but egotistical enough to be vain,
Doesn't mean I'm still in love with you.

I may still smile whenever I think of you,
I may still imagine what could have been,
I may be wasting my time still writing poems and stories about you,
Doesn't mean I'm still in love with you.

...Right?
...But what else could it mean?

I owe an Exlpination...

It's been a while since I've written anything, and I apologize for neglecting my natural need to write. Writing for me can be very therapeutic and I need good therapy lately.

It's not that I don't have enough inspiration, or that I have nothing to write about. It's been a very eventful and I've wanted, needed to write but I've just been so busy. I couldn't find the time.

Now, It's summer. I have nothing to do... So I might as well finally write what I've been dying to write. It's a little late but I'll just type the date of when a certain event happened.