
Need, that's the first and word that comes to mind when I think about him. Also trust, love, borderline obsession. But I know it's reciprocated, I can feel it, radiating off of his cool, pale skin. I hear it in the way he sings to me, and know it from the never ending I love you's. But what about when they stop? How bad do I need him? How bad does he need me?All Rights Reserved