How was I supposed to know you loved me?
How could I have known your heart was breaking?
How did it happen and where did it start?
How did you hold back all that you felt?
How did I not see the pain, longing, and love?
How was I so cruel as to leave you; to leave you broken?
How was I so afraid; not able to tell you I was sorry?
How can I, as I write this, hold back my tears of shame?
How did you look at me and understand all that I felt?
How can I tell you how glad you’ve made me?
How did you find it in your heart to take me back?
How is it that you can still love me?
How was such a one as I, so lucky to fall in love with you?