One normal day,
Or at least I thought,
I was unable to say anything as he walked through those doors,
For it was one year since i last saw, his eyes look down at mine
A cold rush brushed down my spine,
as he held my hand in the dark romantic room,
When we fell back into the light there was a corner where our lips touched once more,
I knew i saw sparks,
Now i only wonder..
Did he have these Sparks too?
Does he like me as mush as i Do??
