I'm a lucky man to count on both hands The ones I love...

What exactly is "being in love"? Or "falling in love"? How does one fall in love? How does one know if you are really in love, or if you are just obsessing over someone? I find myself, yet again, asking the question I've asked before: Do I really love her? I know love can be put into different categories, don't tell me different. You don't love your mom the same way you love your significant other. (unless you're into that sort of stuff, in which case, good luck with that). But, the one thing I think is correct, is that you can't go against your heart. Once your heart says something, it's your heart's way or no other way. Not even the highway option. It does, after all, make you feel how you do, makes your breath the way you do, makes you live the way you do. I would be Davy Jones if it weren't for my heart. No feelings at all except spite, hatred and those other words I can't think of at the moment. Resentment, at not having one. Only because you were cheated out of your heart.

Sorry. I can't help it. You can't say it's not your fault either, you make it impossible for me not to love you as much as I do. Will I ever find someone else like you? I don't know. (: But for now, I'm glad you're in my life as you are. Even if I have to observe from afar. You make me giddy those few times we speak. And no, I'm not like a certain someone who is crucially obsessed. (; So, thanks! That's really all I can say at this point. I'm glad you're in mi vida.

I'm a lucky man to count on both hands
The ones I love...
Some folks just have one
Others they got none...

Stay with me
Let's just breathe

Stay with me
You're all I see