This one goes out to the boy who loved me in pajamas
And loved me in a dress
Who loved me at my worst
And loved me at my best
This one goes out to the boy who listened
When everything was wrong
Who listened when the only words I could say
Were the lyrics to a song
This one goes out to the boy who told me I was pretty
And then told me he was sure
Who told me how I'd feel about the ending of a book
Who told me this means war
This one goes out to the boy who loved me quietly
Because words didn't need to be said
This one goes out to the boy who thinks he loves me after everything
And says he'll never forget
Sometimes writers' block just means I can't write about anything but you.