I still remember, how much I used to need you. Tried so hard to please you, but you didn't need me. You knew I loved you, knew I always would be there.
We're more than overwhelmed. By hundreds of hugs and a million good words. We are satisfied from Monday till Friday. And on Sunday we cry. . But we like it from that point of view.
I'm not so bulletproof. But this is something. I could never say to you. This sometimes buries me. And I don't know if this is someone I can be. . I tell myself it's right.