Needless to say, I need you.

I write about you as though you can read everything

I talk about you as though your ears are pressed against my door

I feel about you the way I feel about very little people, in a loving way

I don’t need you, but it feels like it sometimes

– I’m not sure where you are, what’s going on in your little head, but you’re precious to me, my friend.

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