i'm not sure when i first fell in love with you... i guess it could have been as early as that first time we held each other, or the first time i realized that you kind of liked me, too...
i'm not sure; i just remember thinking of you more and more and getting less and less done in the process!
i remember wanting you to stay so badly - and being so thrilled at the thought.
i remember praying that it was you whenever the phone would ring, but at the same time hoping it wasn't; because i didn't know how in the world i was going to sound romantic and impressive when what i felt was anxious and tongue-tied...
sometimes it still amazes me - how i get so anxious and thrilled and thoughtful about you; i guess maybe it's because i just keep falling wonderfully in love with you... over and over again.