"What is it that you love about me?"

I have never been able to answer you properly whenever you ask me the question "What is it that you love about me?". Funny it seems that what you have been doing now, the way you handled yourself to the eyes of the public, is what I really loved about you. You showed to everyone that you are tough. Deep down I know you needed a shoulder to cry on, you needed love and care, just like everyone else. Your demands for security, your demands for a change to the better. The way you have showered your love and care on me. The sleepy voice in the early mornings and late nights. The way you always complain about how you hate the jams. The texts, then the calls. The fact that you never me made drive home alone. I always tell you that you were different, and yes, your beautiful eyes.

P/s You say you have no rights to ask why, who, what, when or where. I say you do, and I'm more than willing to change, for because you are the reason I'm waking up.