Why do i still love

Why do I whisper your name into the empty air, when silence is the only reply that ever lingers there? Why do my eyes search every crowd I pass through, hoping the universe will place me beside you? Why does my heart still bloom at the thought of your smile, when I know that smile was never meant for me? Why do I treasure moments that were never ours to keep, turning them into lullabies I cry myself to sleep? Why do I love so deeply, when it only makes me fall apart? Why must I hold a thousand wounds and still call them my heart?