How did I get so lucky to have someone like you?
How come I can screw up in the worst way possible and you still love me?
How come you picked me?
How come you love me more than anything?
How come I can make you mad and you can still be happy with me?
How is it that out of everyone in the world, we were brought together?
How can I ever repay you?
How can I ever thank you enough?
How can I ever be to you what you are to me?
How can I show you how much I love you?
How can I make sure you know it?
And how could I ever be more happier with anyone else but you?
