Wandering heart

As I catch myself doing unstoppable, unthinkable think of a lost love, I jumped to the conclusion that now we are just strangers
Not a single string of contact, nor any motivation to relate, and I wonder how he's doing...
Hope life is doing fine for him.
It's some awkward situation to love a stranger, but still, the feelings are all there no questions whatsoever.
I didn't ask for it, but it grew on me anyway
I try not to listen anymore, I pretend I can't hear, such a liar trying to fool myself for nothing.
Nevertheless, it's been living out of my strengh all along.
And it breaths my air and it burns my heart and it touched my soul
At the same time it's right inside me, is just some shattered memories of illusions
What it was once this perfect dream