remember how you used to look into my eyes with a huge grin on your face.
I would always ask why, but you would just shake your head and ignore my question.
And maybe that’s why I fell for you.
You admired and watched me silently when you thought I wasn’t looking.
I always saw something deep within your eyes whenever you looked at me.
I get butterflies in my stomach every time I see your eyes now.
Not for the same reason though.
Because, it hurts.
It hurts that you’re are looking at someone else with those eyes.
Just like you used to look at me.