I[$DHZ_SingleQuotes$]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 kind of liked me, too...

 I[$DHZ_SingleQuotes$]m not sure; I just remember thinking of you more and more and getting less and less done in the process!

I remember wanting you to stay so badly — and being so thrilled at the thought. I remember praying that it was you whenever the phone would ring, but at the same time hoping it wasn[$DHZ_SingleQuotes$]t; because I didn[$DHZ_SingleQuotes$]t know how in the world I was going to sound romantic and impressive when what I felt was anxious and tongue-tied...

Sometimes it still amazes me — how I get so anxious and thrilled and thoughful about you; I guess maybe it[$DHZ_SingleQuotes$]s because I just keep falling wonderfully in love with you... over and over again.