You mean the world to me. But I'm still afraid to say it. I want you to know, and I want so bad to hear those words from you. When is the right moment? But still, I'm grateful for every second. I don't want to ask for more because what you give me is more than enough. 

I don't like sleeping without you. It makes me feel uncomfortable.  Like one of those dreams you can't quite call a nightmare because while nothing obviously terrible is happening, you know something is off.
It's a dream that doesn't have you in it.

Pretty confused. Preoccupied. Freaking out. Not liking this at all.