I know that no one ever sees how good he's always treating me.
Sometimes, not even I.
And I bet it's hard sometimes, cause I'm not always... easy.
 
But he's treating me better than anyone ever had. Ever.
I didn't know what this was like, but when this boy looks at me, he sees someone... perfect. Someone beautiful.
Sometimes, pretty often, he don't know how to do. Cause he just hasn't learned it. Yet. But he want's me to feel good, always. Even though he doesn't know how. Because he loves me. He really loves ME.
Hee sees me. He hears me. 
And that's strange... to me.