I didn't like the way you smiled at me when we met
and I didn't get lost in your eyes.

I didn't like the way you looked at me when you caught me looking at you.
I didn't like the way you were looking at me when I caught you looking at me.

I liked the way their words felt when my friends told me you could never feel the same.

I loved the rush of denial that flowed over me as I tried to work up the courage to talk.

No, my heart didn't shatter when I heard you were getting back with your ex. I love being late.

Yes, I'm fine.