I don’t know how we would’ve met,
I just know we would, on that I’d bet,
We wouldn’t have to worry about people finding out,
Though I know you’d still have your doubts.


Don’t get me wrong, I understand,
I just think everything would be grand,
I hope you know I don’t think that you’re bad,
The way you think that of yourself makes me sad.

I think you are compassionate and kind,
Two qualities which are hard to find,
I guess what I’m trying to say,
Through everything I think we’d turn out okay.

And I wish I would have met you first,
Because this feeling I have right now is the worst,
Wondering what could have been,
If I was the first one you’d seen.