Every night I go to bed without your touch, my body withers a bit. And the more my body withers, the closer it gets to dying.
In a way my body is like a flower, but instead of depending on water and sunlight, it depends on your kisses and your touch.  
My heart aces whenever I think about a life without your existence, and my stomach hurts whenever I picture my life without your rumpled blond hair and your steel blue eyes.
I do not fully understand why my whole life suddenly depends on whether you love me or not, but as said, like a flower, I need love.