Once we met nothing has changed. Once we met everything changed. How can I know if our love is good? How can I know if our love is right? How do I know if I can call this love? It's all mysterious It's all egregious

I saw you again today. It's not like I'm doing this on purpous. Bumping into you almost everyday, it just kind of happens. I'm thinking about you a lot. You know... about your eyes, how they sparkle whenever you see my photo, how they become so small, squeezed when you smile. But not that fake smile you give politely to people you pass. That true one, with your teeth showing and your cheeks becoming round. Its selfish but I know I can be the cause of this smile. I kno