I don’t think I like him. 

I just think I’ve been alone for too long. 

So I might mistake what I feel when 

he hugs me for butterflies in my 

tummy. 

I might mistake what I feel 

when I see him for my heart skipping 

a beat. 

I might mistake what I feel when 

he kisses my forehead for a chill running 

down my spine. 

And I might mistake what I 

feel when he says he likes me 

For love.