You held my hand
And looked me in the eyes
And told me I was beautiful.
That you wanted me.
That you needed me.

And you proved it.

It was the first time I really believed it, I think.
It was the first time I took it to heart.
I still can't get over how you make me feel
And I don't really want to.

You make me alive.
You make me feel like I matter.
You make me feel like I'm loved.