I want to go to sleep and have your face be that last thing I see. I want to wake up every morning and have your face be the first thing I see. I want to hug you when life goes bad and when nothing makes sense. I want you to care enough to come find me. I want you to know that I need you in more ways than just one. And it’s killing me cause you will never know, will you? Not unless I tell you. But I want you to know everything by yourself. I don’t want to tell you anything. I just want you to know.