I remember how it felt. I remember the moment, the moment where nothing was wrong. I remember how it felt, thinking that she cared. But most of all I remember her blushing, because I hated that I couldn’t see her eyes. I never knew that the events of that night would bring me so much happiness, with so much more pain. When I first made her laugh I knew I could fly. My feet learned how to dance when she gave me her first kiss. My blood boiled waking up with her. And my soul crashed when I felt her go. I don’t think this is what people call love, because I’m afraid this could happen again. If this is love, than I don’t want it. If it is, than I feel about it just the same. If my thoughts could think they would scream. If my heart had a beat, you wouldn’t hear it. At least I know that every tear I shed, was worth every one of her smiles. And that she got exactly what she wanted, even when I didn’t.