You came over last night, it has been a couple of hours since our lips touched once again and here we are in conflict. We are in conflict because you feel the butterflies and love that I felt for you earlier this year. We are in conflict because we noticed the pattern that is starting, it’s that time of the year. Where we act like there’s nothing wrong but yet we peacefully seal our feelings away in a jar. Pushing it towards the end of the closet like we both didn’t spark any attractions towards each other. Yet, you leave me empty handed.