Well, that was the time you offered me a sweater. Saying you didnāt want to turn the heat on because your mama raised you better. Itās funny to think that mine did too. There was also the time I stayed over until the sun came up watching reality TV with you. That night you put your head in my lap, and like a virgin it turned me on. I never told you that. Thatās because you were already gone. You also serenaded me and let me record. Only three songs in and I was obliviously yours. Thereās a million other reasons, but one of the big ones was what you said to me the first time we made love. You took off my glasses and you called me beautiful. I looked at you then, never having felt so vulnerable. Never having been called that, I couldnāt help but resist it. I called you a liar, but you insisted. I couldnāt believe there was a world in which that word and I coexisted.
After all that, how could I not love you?Ā