Happy

You ask me why i love him,
you ask me why i care
you ask me why i smile
even though he isn't there.

you ask me whats so special,
why i like him best,
I've said too many times
'this ones different then the rest'

well its not that complicated,
i don't know what to say,
he makes me feel these feelings
in a different kind of way,

we talk about cold pizza,
spaghetti and mac n cheese,
when we walk he holds my hand
and doesn't care who sees.

we go out to movies,
we eat ice cream at the mall,
we sit on a bench and talk forever
about nothing at all.

its not hard to see i love him
its not all long and sappy,
i need him more then anyone else
cause he truly makes me happy.