On a cold winter month, I thought I’ve seen all there is to see
Until I met the most beautiful girl who had every pretty thing beat
I traced her freckles to overlap the stars in the sky
and fumbled my taste for sunsets by staring into her eyes
No mistakin’ you’re the one, darling;
I once had a lover write this in regards to me. he is long gone now, but this is the kind of thing I need to be told. don’t tell me you love me or hate me if you’re not prepared to explain why. I feel it is easy to love anyone or anything, it is natural. If you simply love me, then I could just as simply be anyone else and you would love them the same. If you love me, then I need to know what it is about me that you’re enchanted with. I have to know why.