“Sometimes I wonder why I'm there for him. We lock eyes across the room, and I know. Sometimes I wonder why I stay with him, he asks me if I'm ok and I know...it would be hard to live without him. Sometimes I wonder why I'm crying, he wasn't there and I know...it won't be the last. Sometimes I wonder why I'm almost in love, but now he's looking into my eyes and I know...no expression gets more real than that. Sometimes...I wonder what he thinks of me? He holds me close and makes me feel special...than I know. Getting that kind of attention from anybody else wouldn't feel right. Sometimes...I wonder what he thinks about at night. The next morning, there's a note in his hand for me...and I know. I'm not just the next girl in line. But sometimes at home alone I doubt...and it breaks my heart. He sees. I breakdown. He hugs me closer and says that its okay because...”
