It surely was a death note that you decided to talk to me,
Even after I told you to leave, 
That it was absurd for you to confess,
That it was a big mistake for you to let me know.

Never would I thought that,
After all this while, 
I might have given you the opportunity to unlock,
What has been sacredly kept,
Inside the deepest parts of me that were barely touched,
rather opened to someone.

Never would I thought that,
The feelings you give me are equivalent to the number of butterflies,
Fluttering their wings away in my stomach,
Ready to be released into the open air,
Waiting for a new world to be revealed.

Never would I thought that, 
Feelings would be more mutual as days passed by,
And there would be whispers of love and affection,
Echoing through the very thin walls of my heart,
That never misses a beat,
As you make your way towards me.

Never would I recognized,
This emotion and feeling of missing someone you treasure so much,
Until you appear with an innocent cause,
Bringing an uproar pain,
To this very fragile self. 

Never would I thought that,
My mind would travel across thousand pictures of you,
Images that seem endless-like,
Potraits that would drive me insane, question my sanity,
As I go through my daily routine of life.
I can't deny, there's not one second,
You would leave.

Never would I thought that,
You might actually,
Just quite right,
Maybe undeniably,
Be my definite one.

There would be millions of 'never would i thought thats',
And I would still have a thousand more in my head,
Because there's so much,
I enjoy talking about you.