my head hurts...

i wish i kissed you more. i wish i would have held you tighter or held your hand longer or even stared at that gorgeous smirk every time it suddenly graced your face. oh man, i hate the fact that my happiness is mainly intertwined with and dependent on you. i want to do you good, i want to make you happy. that is what i do. that is what i am good at. please come back.