My mother once told me, "the one" is the one who makes you confortable and happy. And not the one who intimidate you or makes you tremble.

That *******, "the one" doesn't exist because people change too much and so quiclky. Who might be the one today could be everything you hate tomorrow.

I don't care if you makes me tremble like a paper,
Or if my heart race when i'm near you,
Or if you makes me loose my words,
You make me feel things i never felt before with anyone,
It's all that matter to me.