More than a lot.

I guess I still love him. 

I smiled when I saw him. I cried when he got hurt. 
I talked about him. 
I protected him when people said he was not good enough. 

He was a part of my world. 

I don't know, 
I really don't. 
I think this is what they always say about 'being forgotten", 
and 'faded away'. 

I guess I still love him. 
Then I know, 
I'm not.