Because you're tall, and lean, and know what you are going to be doing tomorrow. You can see it.
Also, that you have a coat that you secretly love but will share one day. Those shoes too, and the hat that has a air of certainty about it, like it knows more than most. That, when you speak, I cling to it, like guitarist follows singer, hoping not to miss anything. Your words stroke me until I am sastisfied, I think, then a quick demand rises again. But also, when I speak, you nod to know and when I look away, I feel your eyes on me, appreciating. You read more than me, want to write me, cry, make music, jog faster than me (for shorter distances), live in a constant state of understated awe. And when you eat, it becomes a part of your existence, if only for a moment. When you read to me, when you sing to me, when you hold my hand and say forever. When you lick my pride and tickle my fears, when your words are soft because mine are too hard. Because you call your mother, when you hold the cat, when you water the plants, when you slip into everyone of my thoughts without me even noticing.
Thats why.