"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?