What if I still dream about you some nights?
What if I'm dreaming about us talking about everything just like we used to do?
What if I'm assuming we were as just close as before?
What if every time I'm on Facebook chat, I wish there will be a window pop-up with your name on it?
What if I could never get over this?
What if I'm looking at the corner outside library where we were sitting with you bringing me supper?
What if I write down the quotes from you in my diary?
What if I'm still reading our chat history in Skype?
What if I thought I have gotten over you, but in fact somewhere in my heart, your name had already been carved on it. And whenever the blood passes through the place where your name had been carved, it gives ache.