A year and one month ago I met a man and it wasn't what I had planned.

I always loved him from afar, even when he was out at all the bars.

In-between these months, in-between the snow, he'd miss me and he'd let me know. I never wanted to make it a show, so I never let anyone know.

I always kept my distance because I knew I could love him again in an instant.

He called me tonight, it was sure a sight.

I think I love him again. Why did this begin?