You don't know how I feel. And maybe that's for the better. Either way, you make my heart smile, and whenever you look at me you make me dizzier than when I come out of a spin. It's one of those times where I just have to stand there and stare into nothing until my vision returns. But you don't how I feel. And even if it's for the best, I can pretend you know-even if only for a little while.