Five months have passed since that day.

Nothing seems to have changed; laughter and smiles appear never to have faded.

Yet no matter how perfect your mask may be – no matter how many you may be able to deceive – that smile doesn't fool me.

The eyes give way to your true feelings.

Those once vibrant orbs no longer sparkle.

You still act the same, constantly teasing me as you always have.

With perhaps even more fan girls now, you flirt as harmlessly, just as you always have.

I wish I could remove all your pains.

That I could love you the way you love me.

You are my most precious person, yet still I cannot say it.

When our lips met on that day; was it out of sympathy or was it something else?

Ever since that day – the day I broke your heart – things have never been the same.

Time spent with you seems hard to come by as you are always so busy, and I so afraid.

Then when I do get time with you, we seem to sit quietly.

As you sip your tea, you occasionally find a way to tease me, making my face flush red.

I never know what to say; afraid I may just say the wrong thing.

Hours pass by, our time almost up.

I dread that time alone, without you by my side.

But what can I do?

It was I who broke your heart and it was I that shattered your soul.

Some say its love, the feeling of bliss that only you can create for me - the feeling of comfort and security only when you're around.

It may be love, it may not.

Yet when I see you with those other girls it breaks my heart.

However, if you are moving on then I must accept this.

As always I was two steps too slow.

Too slow to realize that feeling of butterflies in my stomach… only you could do that.

The feeling of loneliness and pain whenever you're not around.

Whatever it is, I know I am too late.

Never will I be able to say to you those three simple words:

"I love you."