"What's wrong?" he asked.
"God, don't you know?" I replied.
He just stood there, and I felt like a fool, but I knew I had to say it.
"There is SOME REASON i met you, and SOME REASON my hands and fingers fit PERFECTLY with yours, and some reason it sounds so good when we sing together, and some reason you always sit next to ME and some reason you always talk to ME and some reason you are the nicest person in the world to me. There has to be some reason, you BELONG WITH ME!"
Silence.