When she asked me to listen to "Nothing Else Matters" by Metallica.
I felt like asking her to listen to, "When you say you love me" by Josh Groban (both on my playlist) as a response.
It was..around Christmas, I think.
I'm a real child/love-oriented romantic person by heart.
I was in my garage.
She was in bed.
But it was one of the happiest times in my life.
Not thrilled, not at peace, not excited..just..happy.
I never did ask her to listen to it.
If she did, I think she'd probably gag. I'm too ooey-gooey for my own good sometimes.
But it's the thought that counts, right?
And nothing else maaatttttteeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrs.
Why's it so special to me?
Because she's my first love.
Sure, I've been in love before. & even thought I found my romantic soul-mate.
But I love her on a level that no one has ever reached.
To this day.
And nothing else maatterrrrrrrs.
Never cared for what they doooooooo.
Never cared for what they knooooooooow.
But I knooooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwww.
aahh YEAH-YEEAhhAUUGHH!