Oh
God, where do I begin? Everything you do -everything WE do- makes
me lose it. I'm falling so hard so fast, and this adrenaline
is making the trip down great. All of the signs are telling us
this is wrong, but who cares? You do, of course. I hate speaking
for other people, and I'm so cynical, but I keep thinking
"Just maybe he wants to be with me too." I don't
care what you wear, or what you drive. I care about what's
really going on up there in that mysterious head. I care about
the way that you see me through those beautiful eyes. I care
about the way you're oh so passionate about what you do.
You're silly and you're sexy, and all I know is that no
matter what, I want to be right next to
you.
