I miss you.
I want to hug you.
Cuddle with you.
Kiss you.
I want you.
You might not be perfect in your eyes,
But you're perfect to me.
I love you.
Every "imperfection' you complain about.
Beautiful.
Perfect to me.
I love you.
So much.
But hey, you probably don't want me anymore.
I'm annoying, stubborn, refusing to do things.
Sorry.