Do I?

Do I know what love is? I don't think I do. If I did, I wouldn't be here, I'd be out there experiencing it. Instead I'm sitting here crying; thinking about someone who isn't thinking about me. I just can't stop being depressed about this person. Nothing seems to help except for time, but I need eons of it. It doesn't help that he's incredibly funny and has stopped talking to me since July of last year.