You'd always spoken to me before, and sometimes if i shut my eyes tight enough, and relaxed my fists just enough it would feel like i was floating. You beside me, and the image of your smile would replay as you whispered inside my ear how much you'd loved me. But now, as we stand inside this hallway, no one but us and the sound of lectures surrounding. I knew it was gone, now the tighter i shut my eyes, the more it hurt. I began to realize that when i close my eyes it is not me floating... it's pain. the feeling is my stomach dropping and my hands sweating. The feeling is not butterflies it is bats. Slamming into my stomach in a hurry to escape. Nothing will ever be remembered the same. Because you had never loved me... had you?