I’ve forgotten what it feels like to have true and genuine feelings for someone.

I forgot what butterflies felt like.
The ache in your checks from smiling to much.
The way my fingers can feel so right with someone else’s.
Not having to fake being happy.

For so long I faked that we were perfect.
I faked that you weren’t the bad guy everyone else saw through.
Sometimes I think I faked my feelings for you.

Being happy makes me realize how unhappy I’ve been these last 3 years.

I am happy.

Finally.