You picked me up at 6 today and I no longer felt those stupid butterflies all over my stomach,
You kissed me gently and the feeling I adored lacked to make itself present,
You looked me in the eye when you spoke but I found myself continuously looking out the window next to where you were standing,
You held my hand but my fingers have become way too small to possibly fit into yours.
I do confess,
Things have changed.
Your smile doesn't make feel any happier than when you aren't looking my way,
And everything you say has a way of bothering me.
Maybe I have grown out of the habit of you being the best part of my day,
But I still haven't quite figured out how to make my ever lasting love for you end.