“my knees get weak, my voice escapes me and i am left here standing before you wondering why it had to be you…imagining what we would be doing if you weren’t set before me..ever so pale..ever so different.. ever so cold…maybe we’d be watching a movie..maybe we’d be out to dinner..or maybe we would just be holding hands walking down the street, but we aren’t..i am here standing before you with my weak knees, wondering when i am going to be able to hold your hand again..”