To ask me why I write, is to ask me why I care.
I write because I care, if I didn't the words just wouldn't be there.
Thoughts of you wouldn't be filling my mind, here, now, and all the time. I hate it when I can't be by your side, when you need me, and everything else doesn't work, that I've tried. I hate to see the pain in your eyes, that I can't take away now matter how many times I cheer you up. Somehow you let it all back in, it's a battle you try to fight but just can't seem to win. But none of that matters, because as long as you tell me you need me to be there, and tell me that you really do care, I'll always be there.
