I was asked to write a poem once, but I’m a terrible poet. I was asked to write a song, but I’m apparently a worse lyricist. I was asked to sing, but I’m a little tone-deaf.
I was asked to dance, but I have the coordination of a panicked chicken with leaden feet. I was asked to buy expensive gifts, but my words aren’t worth that much money yet.
She’s different. She asked me to just love her, as I am, because she loved me.
That’s all I ever asked for.