It was when I told him "I don't believe in love"
That he smiled and said
"That's my girl."
It was when I'd cry myself to sleep at night
That he'd say
"Your imperfections make me hate you."
It was when scars lined my arms
That he'd whisper
"You look better in long sleeves anyways."
And it was the days that I couldn't get out of bed
[ No, I wasn't sick; I was almost dead ]
That he would kiss me and say
"I love you darling. Don't ever change."
