reveal myself.

I don't know why I always write about you. I don't know why I need you so much. I don't know why I love you this way. Something may be wrong in me. Something is not working. And the winter is not helping. I don't like cold days and this week was nearly frozen. When I text you is because I need you, but when I don't is 'cause I'm waiting you to miss me, at least a bit. And in four days you didn't miss me, it's something obvious. Wtf! Why am I so masochist? I still don't get it. Four years has gone, and I still adore you like the first day. Four fucking years!
Why can't you love me? Just a little! Why can't you call me? At least once, at least just a text! Why can't you need me the way I need you?! Why can't you miss me!

I want you to need me, like I need you.