When something good or bad happens, I want to tell you, and I imagine what your reaction would be. Would you be supportive, would you not know what to say? Would you ask questions? Would you relate it to your own experiences?

But then I convince myself that I don’t need you. I don’t need to tell you the ups and downs of my life because I don’t know where I stand with you. That kind of relationship won’t work with us, and I don’t want to be emotionally dependent on you.

How long can I go on like this?

All I want from you is to feel me. I’m asking you to hold my heart in your hand. But I’m never going to say a word. All I really want to do is love you.

Love? I think that might be going too far.