My Baby

When I'm with you, I feel as though nothing is wrong. I feel like the whole world doesn't matter anymore. But when you're not with me, I'm afraid you'll leave.

You're my best friend. You're my girlfriend. You're my everything.

There are the Others. I've done my best at not getting worried when you're around them, but sometimes it's too much. I wonder sometimes if you feel the same way about me as I do you. Even though you say you do, I still wonder.

It's hard not to.

I want to be with you. You want to be with me. That's all that matters. But I'm afraid you'll get bored with me and move to the next. I will always be there for you. All I do I will do for you.

That night on the mountain, what we talked about. You were cold and wore my coat. We sat and looked out. When we got heckled by those drunk mariachi-blaring clowns. That night, I saw us for the first time. I saw us together for real. That was the night I saw the rest of my life.

You say we're alike. We ARE alike, in more ways than music and movies. Our personalities are close. I see how I am. You see how you are.

Everything happens for a reason. We talked about that, too. You're here, with me, for a reason. I love you more than anyone else. Looking back at my Others, at the fun times when I thought we were in love, I realize it was nothing like this. I care more, I'm patient, I am serious when it's necessary (and sometimes when it's not). I was never like that before. It's because of you.

I love you.

[That is all]