I can’t help but think somewhere inside you, I’m there. Somewhere between liking me and loving me, and everything in the middle, you got scared. The tingling and the butterflies terrified you. You didn’t know what could and couldn’t happen. Call me crazy, but I think you are with her because you know she doesn’t have the same effect on you, like I do. Like each time you touch her, you don’t feel a thing. Every kiss means nothing, and you hold her hand just to look cute. But me, I think I mean a lot more to you than meaningless kisses and empty feelings. I don’t think you can runaway from that feeling forever. I think you’re just going to eventually have to be okay that I make your stomach flip and your heart skip. Eventually you’ll realize it’s the best feeling in the world. Hopefully it doesn’t take too long to come back to me, like old times.