Desperation in Words

Oh, how these nights seem darker when your face is not to be seen.

To not know of you would turn something so bright into nothing but a dimmed light. 

I've grown so fond of you near, I'd rather you stay right here. 

I've grown so fond of your smile, and how lost your thoughts turn once your favorite music plays.

I've grown so fond of you hands and how they match mine to perfection.

I've grown fond of your eyes, and all the stories they tell.

I just want you to know your existence matters more to me than I show.

And that is all I want you to know.

As long as you know.