I didn't need her.
I was complete without her.
I was happy. I lived my life.
I woke up without her, prepared my meals without her, and enjoyed myself without her.
Then she showed up.
I saw her. I enjoyed that.
We exchanged words. I enjoyed that.
She told me she was okay with me. She accepted me.
The way I look, the way I sound, the things I say.
She indicated that this made her happy.
She made me happy too.
I believed I was adding something to her life.
She adds something to my life.
When she's not around, I look forward to feeling like that again.
When she's around, my feelings are amplified.
Sometimes, she makes me feel even more amazed.
And I never knew I could feel that way.
It is better than it was at the beginning.
I enjoyed things in my life.
I enjoy this more.
Some things in my life made me happy.
She makes me happier than they did.
I start to prefer her to those things that once made me happy.
She does a better job than they do.
I come to depend on her, and she provides it.
I do not have to ask her to, or beg her, or convince her.
She just does it. And I get the feeling that she wants to.
That she's doing this because I make her happy.
She's doing this because I bring something to her life.
I feel as though, this happiness I feel, is what she feels inside.
When we talk, I feel as though we both feel this way.
And that adds to my happiness.
That she could feel this way about me.
The same way I feel about her.
I'm slipping. I'm moving away from the things I once loved.
Something is pulling me. I was standing, and I'm being drawn.
I'm falling for her.
I'm falling in love with her.
I was complete without her.
I was happy. I lived my life.
I woke up without her, prepared my meals without her, and enjoyed myself without her.
Then she showed up.
I saw her. I enjoyed that.
We exchanged words. I enjoyed that.
She told me she was okay with me. She accepted me.
The way I look, the way I sound, the things I say.
She indicated that this made her happy.
She made me happy too.
I believed I was adding something to her life.
She adds something to my life.
When she's not around, I look forward to feeling like that again.
When she's around, my feelings are amplified.
Sometimes, she makes me feel even more amazed.
And I never knew I could feel that way.
It is better than it was at the beginning.
I enjoyed things in my life.
I enjoy this more.
Some things in my life made me happy.
She makes me happier than they did.
I start to prefer her to those things that once made me happy.
She does a better job than they do.
I come to depend on her, and she provides it.
I do not have to ask her to, or beg her, or convince her.
She just does it. And I get the feeling that she wants to.
That she's doing this because I make her happy.
She's doing this because I bring something to her life.
I feel as though, this happiness I feel, is what she feels inside.
When we talk, I feel as though we both feel this way.
And that adds to my happiness.
That she could feel this way about me.
The same way I feel about her.
I'm slipping. I'm moving away from the things I once loved.
Something is pulling me. I was standing, and I'm being drawn.
I'm falling for her.
I'm falling in love with her.