The Truth

I tell you that you are amazing, beautiful, awesome, adorable, cute on a daily basis.
you blush, smile and look away.
I listen to you, all your stories, your problems, your triumphs, your griefs.
I listen closely, pay attention, remember every detail.
I wish someone would do things like that for me.
Just give me 3 minutes of thier time, or tell me that I'm beautiful.
Let me know that I'm not alone, that they're there for me.
Of corse, if this did actually happen then there would be nothing to say, nothing on my mind, nothing to let out.
Because that's how it works in this world.
At least for me.