Living, truly living, means you that you will experience love. Love is the single most surrounding emotion around you. It can destroy you and make you feel butterfly's. But, nothing hurts more than knowing you are loved by someone who doesn't know how to love.
I wish you would tell me you loved me more. I wish you told me I was a good kid and you were proud of me. I wish you would hug me, not just when your crying.
Your love stems from sadness, and I only grow from affection.
I wish you would tell me how much potential I had, but not when your screaming. I don't want you to tell me that the amount of love you have for me is tearing you apart.
I wish you could tell me all these things without tears or screams.
