Her touch is soft. Her cold hand warm. Those hands on my skin send shivers up my spine. Oh, how I wish she'd look at me too, with her beautiful eyes, in her face so sweet.
I want you.
Her laughter makes me smile. I'm sad if she's down. If I can't see her, I go totally numb. If she's not happy, I feel useless and dismal.
I need you.
Is she happy to see me? Do I make her smile? She seems to be fine, without me, I think.
I hope you'd need me.
I'm not for her. She hates me. Her anger is just. I did something wrong. Why can't she forgive me?
Still, she once held my hand...
Do you want me too?
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