Lovestoned/ I Think She Knows (Justin Timberlake)

I love you. Correction, I'm in love with you. Madly at that. I wonder what it is you ever saw in me and what you see now. I'm my own worst critic, I know. I just can't seem to understand what it is about me you can see that no one else can. When you tell me you love me it's a bittersweet sensation. I'm overjoyed, and at the same time I feel as if you have no idea what you might be getting yourself into. I don't know if you can't see who I obviously am, or if you're just choosing to overlook it, but I love you for it. Despite all the warnings, and preemptive measures, you don't seem to mind at all. I'd give you the world if you asked it of me without a second thought. You find me appealing when I'm scruffy and look as though I've been through war. You accept me on my worst days, and in my most unpleasant moods, and you somehow deem me suitable for not only your attention, but your affection as well.
Why? I can't help but ask hundreds of variants of the same question. How could you love me? You know as much about me as I can remember and am willing to share; maybe even more. You can see exactly how much of a monster I could be. Don't get me wrong, I want to be a good person. I have that capacity but I'm not sure I can do it at times. And yet you're still willing to welcome me with open arms. I can't promise I won't question your feelings for me daily, but I can promise to try. I can't promise that I'll be the best friend and lover I can, but I will certainly try.
Aside from that, I think I must make it apparent how deeply in love with you I really am. You're beautiful, compassionate, intelligent, motivated, humorous and just all around wonderful in every way. It sucks that we don't get to speak or interact as often as I'd like, but it's one of those kinds of situations we're in. When we do get to see each other though, it makes my entire week. I'm in no position to request your hand, but I'd do anything to make you mine. I'm not even sure you know how enthralled I am in you. I just hope you have some idea. Look at me, so spellbound I'm pouring my heart out somewhere you might never even see it. Not like I don't make my feelings for you known every chance I get. But this is something a little more concrete and more likely to last and prove evident for as long as it exists.