He loves me, he loves me not

Surely we all remember the childhood game of pulling out each flower petal and repeating he loves me, he loves me not until reaching the last petal. Oh how we longed for the last remaining petal to say he loved us. If only love were that simplistic. It's not. I still miss him. Does he miss me? I couldn't say. I still love him but can't say whether I'm still in love with him. I don't know.