"I love you," you told me once.
"I love you," you told me twice,
and you told me over and over again.
Why do you love me?
How do you love me?
Do you even know me?
If you know the real me, would you still love me?
If you don't know me, how did you love me then?
Why did you choose me as someone that you love?
If you know me, which part of me that you like?
Is it my face? Is it my life?
"I love you, because it is you, I love you because you are you,
I love you, no matter who you are, I love you no matter how beautiful or ugly you are, you'll always be beautiful in my eyes, your face, and your heart."