You barely acknowledge me,
But even though you don't
Butterflies fluttter in my stomach.

Those days when your hand slightly touched mine,
Those days you smiled the most,
Were the best days of my life.

You smile too much by the way.
But I like it.

I couldn't tell you yet.
I couldn't tell you have I felt.
Not yet.

But on January 24th, you gave me devastating news.