Transparent.

I don’t think you realize how much I enjoy your company, our conversations, your person. I will spend my entire day focusing all my attention on you. After countless times of getting our points across about how much we care for each other, couldn’t you continue that “truth” by helping me feel the slightest bit wanted? I’d like to talk with you. Not to you. I’d like more than three sentences that introduce hope to me that you actually care about what’s going on in my life. Can it please stop being all about you? After all, I was the one who pieced you back together. I was the one who nurtured your broken heart and soul when no one else had the “patience” to. Does that amount to…nothing? I’ll keep being your backbone. I will always find a way to make you smile. I will always BE THERE. I promise I won’t disappear… not like you. I love you. So much I can feel it start to hurt.