I knew you were different from all the others at the beginning of it all. Every time I messed up, I could tell you still had undying love for me.
Your eyes told me so.
I still do not understand how you're like the way you are. How can you remain so kind to every person that encounters you, whether they're foul or splendorous?
I've never had this type of feeling in my heart. I feel light and free, almost blissful now that my hand is in yours.
I wonder how you feel about us. You seem truly happy but you say the words 'I love you' too many times in one day.
I'm a mess, can't you see that?
You are a mystery to me, but I have a feeling that will soon change.