What I Would Tell You

I don't know when it started.. but everything you felt, became my own.

I know your anger and frustration; they are mine too.

I know what are your worries and problems; I see the same things from the same point of view.

I know when you're unhappy; because then I feel unhappy too. And I get this urge to see you, to do anything to ease you.

When you're happy; it's happiness that I feel too and I want to smile along with you.

What you gave me was a million different feelings after being 'unfeeling' for too long, and I'm afraid of losing it after you leave.

How do I tell you that? How do I tell you, you've become so important to me in such a short span of time, and I need you with me more than I have ever needed anything else. That your presence (or lack of) could make me or break me. 

And it's true. Everything I have written in the past few months, it's all true. This is not an infatuation, nor just plain admiration. I wish I was brave enough to pursue this, all the while knowing it may not end well.

"At least I tried", is what I want to feel.