Why do I do it?
I wake up every morning, get dressed, brush my teeth, and eat breakfast. I tell my mom I'm going out. She doesn't ask where, she knows where I'm going, where I'm always going. I leave the house, check both ways and cross the street. I open the gate and say the words. The same two words, every time.
I always say the same exact words. Always.
Then I help him build that day's wonderful, beautiful, amazing contraption, it mysteriously disappears, and I go home. I wake up the next day and I do it again. Then again the next day. And the next, and the next, and the next.
Why do I do it?
Why do I do the same things every day?
I do it because I love him. I do it because I hope every day he will realize that and love me back.
I say those same words because I want him to realize that every time I ask "Whatcha doin?" what I'm really saying is "Phineas Flynn I love you." I want him to say not what he's doing but "Isabella I love you too."
But he doesn't, so I keep coming back every day and hope someday he will.
Why do I do it?
I do the same things every day because I love him and want him to love me as well.
That's why I do it.