i think i’ve fallen in love with being in love
so when i say i’m happy to see him
maybe i’m not
maybe i just mean i’m happy to see the figment of my imagination being realized

a figment of my imagination that has kept me company for so long
maybe i feel the butterflies in my stomach when he looks at me
not because my love for him has consumed me
but because it is what i believe i am supposed to feel in a situation like this

a situation like this is not something i’m used to
unrequited love is something i’ve grown far too familiar with
i’ve gotten so accustomed to seeing ghosts come and go
it is hard to believe that one will stay and materialize in front of me

in front of me is a boy
with the kindest heart
and so much love it could rain down and flood whole cities
and intentions so pure

as pure as the first snow fall of the season
his love reminds me of that;
you never know how much you're going to get
until the sun shines through
i guess i am the sun
and i guess now what i am trying to say is
i think i’ve fallen in love with him