When I think about perfection, I think of you.

When I think about flaws, I think of you.

When I think about being hardworking, I think of you.

When I think about slacking, I think of you.

When I think about friendship, I think of you.

When I think about broken relationships, I think of you.

When I think about love, I think of you.

When I think about hate, I think of you.

When I think about happiness, I think of you.

When I think about sadness, I think of you.


I think about you all the time. Can't you see that? You are the one and only perfect person in my eyes. For you I would do anything, anything at all. Why can't you just appreciate the fact? Even just acknowledging the bare fact that I exist, it would be more than enough. This unearthly silence is killing me. I cannot stop worrying. I cannot stop thinking about all the possible things that could have happened to you. Please. Just... talk to me...