Who knows him ?

Who knows him as well as I do ?
Who knows his laugh, his smile.
The way he throws his glances ?
The way he drives, the things he does ?
The curl of his hair at the back of his neek,
The words he uses, his sense of humor,
Each of these things I know
and cherish as if they were my own.
Who else but I could love
his taste in shoes, his gestures
His gently curved features...
His smooth skin when he shaves,
and his stuble, when he doesn't ?
Who knows him as well as I do ?
And who could love him as I do ?

On my own, pretending he's beside me.
All alone I walk with him till morning.
Without him, I feel his arms around me, and when I lose my way I close my eyes and he has found me.
In the rain the pavement shines like silver, all the lights are misty in the river.
In the darkness, the trees are full of starlight...
And all I see is him and me forever and forever.
And I know, it's only in my mind.
That I'm talking to myself and not to him.
And although, I know that he is blind...
Still I say, there's a way for us.
I love him but when the night is over.
He is gone... the river just a river.
Without him the world around me changes.
The trees are bare and everywhere the streets are full of strangers.
I love him... but everyday I'm learning...
All my life I've only been pretending.

Why is it that after all the pain you've put me through I still seem to love you ?
Every time I see you, it's like meeting you for the first time all over again.
It's the butterflies in my stomach, the not knowing what to say, the memories of what we had, and the pain I was left with-you've caused me more heartache than anyone-but why is it that I love you more than the rest ? You're still the one.
You'd be surprise how often, if you knew, a joke, a song, a memory, will make me think of you.
When a girl loves a guy, the sweetest thing in the world is to hear him admit that he treasures her.
All I want is a guy who will protect me when I'm scared,
Say I'm beautiful and mean it when we both know I'm not,
Hold me when I cry, and make me laugh when I'm sad.
How come I can't find one?
My cuts will fade, but the pain will never really go away...
Scars will heal but no-one could heal my broken heart,
With every smile there is a frown hidden inside itself,
With every laugh there is a tear,
But it's okay because everyone says pain is only a state of mind, or is it ?