If nothing is for certain, then why is certainty the only emotion I feel with you? Heart beats skipping like grade schooler's hopskotching on my ventricles I was, I am, enamored that I, a once heartless being, could feel this way. Uncertainty is the only thing certain to drown my thoughts But if nothing is for certain, how can I be sure that my thoughts are even real? Who decides what is right or wrong, true or false, real or fake? Because if nothing is for certain, I say with great uncertainty that I indeed do like you.