There are so many things that I’ve wanted to say to you.
I’m too afraid would you know what I wanted too say. Bhen you would have treated me differently.
I’m not joking when I say I love you, and I don’t mean the l word the way most people mean it. I wanted to spend my life with you, and I wanted you to want that, too.
I wanted you to feel the kind of passion I’ve felt. I’ve wanted you to make that effort for me.
I’ve wanted to be able to have that life with you. And I’ve never wanted to tell you that.
I’ve wanted you to just know.
What if something happened to me, what if I couldn’t talk, or what if I died? Would you know the things I think? Probably not.
Maybe you’d have an idea.
Maybe you’re just used to not having to think about things like this.
But I do.
Yes, this is what I think about. You’re tall, have blonde hair and blue eyes. You’re not perfect, but neither am I. I’ve been able to get past all the imperfections with you, but are you capable of doing that for me?
I’m a needy person sometimes and sometimes my needs seem obvious and you never notice that I need. You never think there’s anything you can do to make my life better.
Maybe I try and work like a giant and am good at what I do.
But maybe sometimes I can’t do it alone.
And that’s what I need you for.
