you know, i never really thought that after that day, things would be different
i thought that it was good that i had lost interest in stupid things like romance and all those cheesy shit
after that day, it just bursted out; i started feeling it again
that goddamn feeling of when my stomach felt icky
it was all so familiar
and i hated that
i've been there, done that, and didn't want to go through it again
the last time i felt it ended up hurting me so bad
the more i talked to you, the more i felt like you would be different this time
i hate to admit it but, i liked your company
i thought that maybe you wouldn't just be an experience this time, maybe you could be something that was constant
when i realized that it wasn't just something small, i panicked
i didn't want to get hurt again
but now, we're back here
