I'm thinking about the last time we took a walk (when the weather was still cool) and you zipped up your coat. I don't know why I'm thinking about that.

I wish you could hold me, really hold me. I'm afraid to look into your eyes tomorrow because I don't want you to know how much I care about you, and my H might see too.

I don't know if these feelings will ever go away. I don't think so.

Why are you so, so nice to me?