Why am i so enamored with you?
I don't know.
I hate it and i love it at the same time.
You're so beautiful.
But you don't know it.
And you hardly know me.
But i know a lot about you.
And i may sound like im just infatuated with you.
But im not.
And i can't help it.
You've turned me into a hopeless romantic.
And i can't really put my feelings down on paper that well, but...
You should know you're special because... i spend most my time thinking about you.
