They see long blonde hair and blue eyes, and love me
Because I am "pretty" and "sweet"
They see that I can talk go anyone, and they love me
Because I am always so "happy" and "kind"
They see I like to draw, and they love me
Because I am now "cute" and "artsy"
They see that I play instruments, and they love me
Because I am "fun" and "musical"
They see me dance, and they love me
Because I am now "athletic" and "sexy"
They see me recite poetry, and they love me
Because I am now "smart" and "sophisticated"
And each time I wonder "What if I wasn't?"
Would they hate the girl that's not
"pretty" "happy" "smart" ?
So when someone tells me they love me,
I always ask "why?" and I wait
For them to check off one of the above...
When He told me he loved me, I asked "why?"-
He replied the only thing I wasn't expecting
And the only thing that could have made me believe him;
When I asked, "Why?" he told me, "Without reasons."
He told me that he loved me like you write with your right hand
Like you wake up in the morning and open your eyes
Like how you love the rain but hate the cold
Like how your favorite ice cream flavor is chocolate
He told me... that he didn't know why he loved me
But that he had no choice in that
And for once, I didn't wonder, "What if...?"