Do you remember the day we met?
On that cold winter day in that little coffee shop?
I do.
I remember walking in, you sitting there, waiting for your friend that wasn't coming.
I wonder what you thought when I walked in.
You didn't see me.
You didn't even look up from your coffee.
But I saw you.
You were one of the most gorgeous girls I'd ever seen, even if your hair was a little messy, and you weren't wearing make up.
You were beautiful.
You are beautiful.
I remember going up and ordering my drink.
I remember just looking at you, and wishing I could talk to you.
Then I realized I could talk to you.
There was nothing holding me back.
So I went and asked you if I could sit there, you looked surprised.
It was then I realized while looking into your eyes, that you weren't one of the most beautiful girls I'd ever seen.
You were the most beautiful.
I sat down, and we talked.
It was the worst conversation in the world, but I loved every second of it.
It was perfect.
You were perfect.
I think about that day sometimes.
And then I start to miss you.
I always miss you.
I think I'm in love with you.
I am in love with you.