I still love you, but not with the burning kind I felt in the beginning. You still make my heart jump, but I can breathe now. You still say things that make me blush, you still do things that make me want to melt right then and there, but I can get over it now.

I've learned to contain my feelings for you because I realized that if you really care, I wouldn't have to wonder. I shouldn't have had to make excuses to talk to you and to see you all the time. I loved you enough. It was obvious enough, but you just didn't get it.

So now, however sad it makes me, I'm happy to miss the goosebumps....the moments that reshape my eyes into two beating hearts. 

I still love you, but it doesn't hurt anymore.