I don't know when talking to you became as natural as breathing.

I don't know how we absorbed each other's slang and managed to craft such creative conversations.

I don't know what you've heard from mutuals about me.

I don't know who else you told about me but all of my friends know about you.

I don't know about the experiences you had over the summer.
I won't ask.

I don't know if I love you, but the tremors in my chest at the mere mention of your name provide a convincing argument.

I don't know if telling you my feelings was truly the best decision.

But, I do know you feel the same
That we would never work.