i'm not in love that's what i always tell myself and that's what i believe is the truth but what is this? this fluttery feeling of being near you. this eerily calm aura when i talk to you. this funny feeling - jealousy? when i see you with someone else talking about her who i don't really know i thought we were just friends. at least, i always say that. i never could understand why. and at the end, i start to see sparks of the light, glistening silvery dark skies, dreams of me and you. i think i'm not. but maybe i am.