it is in this very moment that i beg for an answer.
tell me how i got here.

tell me how i've long-lived my short-comings,
how i've haunted away my demons,
how i've cut away the scabs of too much pain from too much past.
tell me how i've managed to not only get over and get around...
but tell me how i got through.

tell me how i've looked death in the face far too many times,
but now i've found new life in looking at you.

i stand here and look around at the faces i once knew,
at places i once grew,
at wasted and run-through.
nothing makes sense.
still, we talk for hours and hours without rest
and the senselessness of everything begins to mean less and less.
what is this?

maybe it's the conversation itself.
maybe it's the way i hear your voice in my head saying the things you write.
maybe it's the fighting to dream about you every night.
maybe it's that feeling that you are the best of the best
because of the way your smileys make my heart beat from my chest.

no, but really...
explain to me how your presence has blessed my present.
how did i come to deserve such a great friend?

look, if my passion is too heavy
or my emotions are too much,
please understand that i completely understand.
i don't mean to poke or i don't mean to push
it's just been so long since someone's held my hand
and told me it was okay to not be okay.
since someone's told me i brighten their day.
since someone's told me i was a beautiful person.

you said i was a beautiful person.

here's my confession:
i think about you all day long.
i keep singing this same old song;
"i'm in love with a punk rocker named joe."
and i may not be in love with you,
but i'd like to let you know
that you brighten my day
and you're a beautiful person
and i'd want nothing more than to hold your hand
to help you understand that you make me the happiest i've been in two years.

i'd love to say "i love you."
but it simply can't be true. that would be insane.
but it is in this very moment that i beg for an answer.
do you feel the same?