Why and How

I'm almost asleep almost but not quite.sleep sits like a cloudon my eyelids,spreads like a blanketover my body.and i wonderif this is all real.is he real?and if so, is he really so sweet?i ask myselfhow is this happening to me?what did i doto deserve him?because he's almost too good for me.why would he like me,of all people?and that's the question.why?the inevitable question.but should we question it?to question such a good thing...would it turn it around,because the question impliesthat it's something unwanted?but no.i want this.and i think he does, too.o God, how?how did the momentfall in to place?the moment we crossed pathesand saw each other,in depth,in truth,for the first time?and what of me, thinking these things?who am i to ask?who would i be to give answers if asked?i can only give one thing.i can give my heart.and i have already given it to him.