He treats me like I'm somone special,
not just some other person.
He looks at me, and sees who I really am,
not who everyone thinks I am.
He has seen me at my worst, and he's seen me at my best,
not judging me for anything.
When I'm down,
he picks me up.
When I'm laughing,
he makes sure I don't stop.
When I'm hurt,
he takes it away.
I have nothing to offer him,
and he doesn't expect me too.
I tell him secrets no one else knows,
and he promises not
I love him, thats all there is to it,
and I have nothing else to say.