The more I fell apart, the more pieces you collected. Giving each and every one of them your time to listen and understand. My feelings go way past appreciation for you. If I were to write a happy song, It would be about you. You are my happy, amongst the pain of my past. I do not want you to think that I am obsessed with you, because if someone wrote for me like this, that's what I would be thinking. I do not want you to feel bad for me, because I am proud of who I am. You should be proud of who you are because it compliments me. You may not need me, but I need you, your presence is a miracle, your existence is enough.