My Final End

Days fade into weeks
Weeks fade into months
Months fade into years
and so on
You look at me and i look at you
people are falling in love younger and younger these days
so why not us
we were best friends for years then you said "I love you."
I feel odd like my chest is full of butterflies but it feels way too good

But now your gone and i still wonder to myself

"Do you still love me?"