No contact, but I still think of you every day.
Not a day goes by that you don't cross my mind.
I pretend I'm okay, I pretend I've moved on but the truth is, there are nights when your name is still the only thing in my head.
We're not talking anymore, but my heart didn't get the memo. It still looks for you in everything.
No contact doesn't mean I stopped caring. It just means I learned how to miss you quietly.