Tell me, please...

What is it, exactly, that you see in me? Because I don't think I see it in myself. And it would be really helpful, right now, if you could just tell me. I'm sinking and I need to know. What is it about me that makes your blue eyes light up like that? Why did you look at me across the room that cold night, over the heads of all the others? What sets me apart? I'm not always like this, I promise. I usually take care of myself. Usually, I kick and thrash and fight to float, and no one can get near. But tonight, my head is underwater. I need to feel your arms strong and your voice soft. Tonight, I need your help.