I want you to stare at me.

I want you to think about me even when I’m not around.

I want you to grab my hand and stand to close to me. I want you to love my laugh and love my smile and love the way I use words that don’t quite fit my personality. I want you to see me and think of our life together.

I want that very badly.

But what I want is hardly ever what I get.

What I want is you, and you seem to be incomparably out of reach.

I guess I should give up on the wanting...

Can you ever even want if you've never been wanted?