No butterflies, agony instead...

I might be in love. I might have made myself in love. It hurts badly. Specially because I don't know the feelings of the one I am in love with. 'Sweet is to dream', 'But the illusion when it breaks', 'Hurts in the heart of those who dreamed, who dreamed too much'. I have to try to avoid getting hurt. I might look strong, but I am just a fragile little girl with too many scars Instead of butterflies, I have these agony. An agony that fills me and tries to tell me I am doing something wrong. That it won't work out…