
Why is love hard and painful? I know it conquers all but should it hurt like that? Why, when I really need you, you are off somewhere oblivious to my need? Why should I always transfer my need to you verbally? Ain't you supposed to know? Can't you read the signs? Don't you think I'm tired of begging for your attention? Is it too much to ask? How is it that I reach to you when you need a shoulder to lean on without you saying a single word? Why it never seems a burden to me to cater to whatever you require of/from me?
Questions and questions and questions...I don't want to spend my life asking, begging, wondering; I want to be loved just like you're loved. I need you to hug me when my world turns upside down. I need you to catch me when I fall. I need you to hold my hands in yours and tell me everything will be alright, that we will be alright. I need you to be there for me as I am for you.
I need you...