I don't know so much about this feeling. This feels stranger than I thought it would feel when I was younger and more melodramatic. I am still young and melodramatic. But it feels different when it's really happening and when it's happening outside poetry.

Because loving is short, forgetting is long, maybe? 

I guess one rather loved and lost than never loved. So it's okay. And this will pass like many things.

Moreover, I am not too sure if it is love. It's wanting, and if it's only wanting, well, wanting goes away.