You eat me alive with how much I love you how much I can't love you.
You comfort me when I'm terrified to be loved and when I need you you're nowhere to be f o u n d.
Who the hell are you, to be the person I need?! How could you go from being a complete stranger to my best friend?
You scare me.
It breaks my fragile, porcelain heart, whenever you tell me that you're crying. Or that you can't go on living. Or that you're in so much pain. Or when you say that you know me better than anyone because it's true.