I am worried.
Today, I caught myself smiling.
The cause?
I had been thinking of you-
The sound of your laugh,
Your goofy jokes,
The way your lips would feel
Against my own.

I'm going mad over you:
When I try to sleep,
Memories of your voice
Flood my mind;
When sleep embraces me,
You're in my dreams...
Only the good ones, of course;
Nothing about you is a nightmare.

I am afraid of the way you make me feel-
Afraid I won't be able to
Forget you.
But most of all,
I'm afraid that
I don't really like you.