Should I call this Love?

Why do I feel this way? Heart sinking, yet full of love for you. I worry that you don't feel for me the same, like we did in the past. I'm so ashamed to feel this way, because I know it won't last. These feelings I have for you, so strong, so fresh I would vow. But the moment I confront you they vanish and I wonder 'why did I love you now?'

Years go by and by I see your face once more, the feelings I had come rushing back like before, but now you're gone, you have the one you love, while I'm here,not crushed, but happy to see you found her, that angel from above.

I miss how we laughed and chuckled over some of the childish things, but I now I see we have gone fairly sperate ways. And although these ways are seperate they some how are the same, because no matter which way we turn, we always meet up again