March into April

It's been longer than two months, but these two are the ones that count. The time I spend with you makes it seem like more than just a month. I don't know whether to feel happy or sad, happy for the fact that I got to know you in such a short amount of time or sad, because what if I don't interest you later on, and it's all only in the beginning.

I need to know more than just us in March and into April, I need to know whether we're going to make it to June and July, November and December. But that's rushing things.

I shouldn't count months, I'll make it simple and we'll take it day by day.