Alright, I admit it--
I needed you too much.
I needed you to fill the hole,
to make me feel like I was something,
not just an ice sculpture,
a frozen smile permanently carved on my face.
I was addicted to you,
but you weren't just another addiction--
I loved you as much as my battered heart would let me,
more than I've ever loved anyone.
Truly, I did.
That hasn't changed.
I still need you.
I still love you.
I always will.
It's okay if you don't need me,
but please don't stop loving me.
I couldn't stand it if that ever happened.
Now every day,
I listen and wait,
but there's no sound,
no word from you.
They tell me you're a lost cause,
but I won't give up hope.
Tears run down my cheeks,
but I smile through them.
I'd rather die than give you up,
so I hold on to you,
even if all I have left are memories.
Know that in the whole wide cruel world,
there will always be someone who loves you.
I don't care how long I have to wait to hear your voice again.
I will wait for you forever.
Would you wait for me, too?