It was stealing glances at first, quick glances so you wouldn't see my olive eyes wandering. Then it became a pastime. I swore it was the last time but I went back to you over and over again. I didn't fall. Falling makes it sound like an accident. No, I walked right in. I knew what could happen and I went in anyways. You became my habit.

You shouldn't be so easy to love, I'm afraid everyone is going to fall in love with you and you'll fall out of love with me.