I still think about you every now and then. It doesn't help that I see you every day. Nothing's changed. Except for the fact that even when I do think of you, I no longer feel those butterflies that used to tingle in my belly. I no longer see sparks fly in your eyes or smile. I no longer feel the need to impress you because none of that matters. My life is too short to even be taking naps let alone to get worked up about someone just because you think you should, or other people think you should.