“Why me?” you asked.
“Why you — ?” I asked both of us.
Because you take my breath away while filling my lungs with oxygen.
Because I can feel your heart beating with mine from a thousand miles away.
Because when I’m shopping for laundry detergent I am knocked sideways by thoughts of you.
Because you can see into my soul if you just let yourself look.
“No special reason,” I answered, “I just like you, I guess.”