I'll make you chocolate chip pancakes every Sunday.

I presented you with my Pandora's Box and you have yet to run. 

I'm not sure why as

it is so horrifying. Being in love with you

has soaked into my blood and has given me heart palpitations.

All my old friends, they don't know me now.

There has been a shift in dynamic.
Retrospectively, I have no recollection when it happened.
It didn't leave a trail of crumbs to its origin.
I liken it to when you see someone everyday and don't see their hair growing
until one day you happen to notice it's gone
far past their shoulders or mid-back and you wonder
when the summer vanished and
where all that love went.