My heart rose a bit higher, the butterflies came back to life, my cheeks warmed, because after three years he smiled at me. It was attempted to be hidden, to be secret but I saw for the second he let it show, and a spark of hope sprouted that he would care once again, but then my heart dropped, the  butterflies died, and once again and my cheeks lost there inviting warmth as

I realized he broke my heart once, he won't be afraid to do it again.