Is it painfully obvious

that I am in love?

Apparently.

Everyone seems

to know.

Am I singing

more than usual?

Of course!

It reminds me

of him…

Is every spare

thought devoted to him?

No!

I refuse to admit

it might be true.

Am I wrong

to think this way?

Probably.

But it is not bothering

me now;

I am in

shining denial.