Happy.

That's what you make me.

When you're happy, as am I. Same can be said for any other emotion.

Emotion.

There's a funny word. Why is it funny? Because I don't feel those.

At least I didn't. I had a cold heart with feelings locked away deep inside.

I was a robot.

Following the motions are easy, but feeling what they bring is hard.

I've never been able to experience this feeling more than once before.

But it is stronger and harder to ignore.

I'm scared, quite terrified, but I'm also a little selfish.

I want you to myself, I don't want to share, I get jealous and protective, even though you aren't mine.

Not yet. Maybe not ever.

Maybe one day I will be able to hold you in my arms and say, "Remember when you gave me feelings and melted my heart?"

Because my dear, you may not know it, but...

I'm falling for you.