I'm not sure when I first fell in love with you．．．
I guess it could have been as early as that first time we held each other， or the first time I realized that you liked me， too．．．
I'm not sure； I just remember thinking of you more and more and getting less and less done in the process！
I just remember wanting you to stay so badly － and being so thrilled at the thought！
I still remember praying that it was you whenever the phone would ring， but at the same time hoping it wasn't； because I didn't know how in the world I was going to sound romantic and impressive when what I felt was anxious and even tongue－tied．．．
Sometimes it still amazes me － how I get so anxious and thrilled and thoughtful about you； I guess maybe it's because I just keep falling wonderfully in love with you．．． over and over again．
