As much as I love you,
You are not the girl I love.
You wear her face.
You speak with her voice.
Your mannerisms and little quirks are like a mirror of hers,
And my smile is a remembrance of my joy at her beauty.
I am still caught by you.
I stay by your side to see the echo of her in your eyes,
Unable to leave her behind no matter what
Even though she has ceased existing.
It is ingrained in me to get as close as I can to her, you know.
But you?
My darling, the one I treasure more than life itself,
You are not her.
You are not the girl I love.
The girl I love walked away from me last January, when the world was bitter and bleak.
And she never came back.
Not even for a moment.