what will we do? 

do you remember, that night? i think maybe that's when i fell in love.

i don't know if that's when you did, i mean i was always "in love" but then it was more of dipping my feet. but that night was like that night i jumped head first into it... but that night was the best. it was wonderful, and every other night that i've seen you as well.

or when after we chased each other around the theatre, with him... you read mine and i read yours. and i was on my way to hiding, so i wouldn't have to face you after that. but we ran into each other, and you looked at me the way you do. and you hugged me. i almost started crying, i felt pitiful. but you said i wasn't. that night too. don't you think it's weird how it's always us?

do you think it'll always be this way?