Sorry

I'll miss our late night conversations.

How you'd tell me about your day,

And I tell you how mine had gone.

I'll miss how our preference collides,

How you'd share to me new exchanges,

When I know my likings are peculiar.

I'll miss telling you everything,

Without having to hold back anything,

Since I know you take it differently now.

I'll truly miss the routine,

But I'm saving your heart this time,
Because I am not in love with you.

Or at least, not the way you do to me.