I kept staring at the ceiling fan reminding me of a dog chasing its tale, but the breeze relieved me. It kept me from sweating as your heart pounded in my ear begging me to answer your question. I knew the answer you wanted, but I couldn't give it to you could I? I spent so much time focusing on the one I lost, so much time knowing that she was the girl of my dreams that I was afraid to wake up. As long as I stayed asleep I didn't have to live in a world where she didn't walk next to me every day. Your eyes were burning a hole in my face. So I burnt a hole in the ceiling fan. Wishing and hoping it would take me away like a propeller on a helicopter. Same concept right? I wasn't going to escape this question that there was no right answer to. You asked again maybe thinking I didn't hear you, but I heard you clearly both times when you said, "I love you."
I love you is the biggest question in the world that doesn't follow with a question mark.