Why you?

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That's simple.

Because you captivate me.

You make me want to know how your day's going. You make me wonder if, when you're sitting by yourself, you think about me and smile.

Why you?

Because listening to you talk soothes me.

Talking to you is one of the easiest things in the world.

When you talk about the things that matter to you, I hear the emotion in your voice. I hear the passion behind your words.

You're a good person.

Why you?

Because being in your presence feels warm.

It feels right.

Why you?

Because I like you.

And more than anything, I just want the chance to get to know you. To see who you are beyond the conversations we've had. To see if there might be... even just a friendship.

Why you?

Because you're you.

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