Hearts and Butterflies

When I read those
three words,
the butterflies creep in.

I love you
only, you're saying it
as friends.

I say it back,
only I mean it
for real.

You give me butterflies,
better highs,
and a racing heart.

Yet, I feel like
I can tell you
everything.

And today you found out
I love you,
for real.

You don't care,
we're friends,
we're happy.

That's good.

Note from Alex:
Today's events basically wrapped into a poem. I told her. It was nice.