I don’t know what attracted me to you. Maybe it was the way you said my name. You didn’t say it with that Southern twang like the people around here. Maybe it was the subtle “hey” you gave me when we first met. We knew who each other were but we were too nervous to say anything else. Maybe it was the passion you had in your eyes when you were doing what you loved. I’d never found passion exciting in another person until I saw it burning inside you. All in all, I think it was how I barely knew you and I wanted to. You were like a story that only I could write. You were like a book only for my eyes. Oh, boy, I was ready to read every page.