"Why won't you stop?"

I couldn't reply. Why?

As I stared at you as you ran your hands through your face in frustration, I got my answer. Because for the first time I saw emotion behind those eyes.

You drove and helped me back to my house even if I'm fine walking on my own.

You said I weighed like nothing.

It's not the only thing that's nothing, though.

Because everything I am is nothing.