You sort of fell into my life without any warning.
I was in desperate need of something to hold,
And I thought about holding you.
The thought made me smile – truly smile.
You would stand there with that pretty face,
Laughing and talking and sometimes even smiling at me.
God, how I wished I would hold you someday...
Then when I talked to you, it seemed like you liked me too,
And I started to get so excited,
But in the back of my head, I kept thinking of reasons I should stop.
There are a lot of things you don't know yet,
And I'm scared if you knew you might run.
I hope someday I can tell you how much it means to hold you – just hold you.
Yes, the thought makes me happy – truly happy.
I was so damn unsure about it for too damn long,
And still, some nights, I get so sad that it almost kills me,
But I'm starting to think that you just might be the one to save me after all...
I'm starting to think maybe someday soon I can say it and mean it – truly mean it.