(no subject)
Why am I falling in love with you?
Why are you talking to me?
Why do you care?
Why are you making me hurt so much I can not bear?
Why do I talk to you all night?
Why do I hate the fact you never called?
Why am I sitting here thinking about you at all?
Why do I think about you day and night?
Why did I leave someone for you?
Why is the world seeming a little bit more insignificant because of you?
Why is the sight of you so appealing?
Why do you make me laugh at you stupid jokes?
Why do you make me want to be a better person?
Why does when the word love comes up I think of you?
I think I love you for all that I am
I think I am falling in love with a friend
I think your brilliant and the best I have every known
I think you a beauty all its own
To: Allen Butler