Don’t you understand: I love you. You are the one that helped me understand myself better than I ever have before, and you don’t even see how much I love you. I can’t tell you because the words don’t show what I feel when I see you, hear you, think about you. If you don’t understand it; I can’t tell you.
You know how hard it is for me to feel emotions, or show emotions, so isn’t my love obvious when I am willing to share your emotions with you. Instead of shying away from your depression, like I would any other person, I want to take your sadness, pain, loneliness, from you and bear them myself. Doesn’t that show you how much I love you? When you push me away it hurts more than anything I thought was possible. I’ve cried tears for you. Don’t you understand how rare tears are for me?
I know it’s selfish of me to want you to accept my love, if it’s not my love you need. But I’d rather give you my love without receiving, than give it to anyone else.
You are my best friend. I don’t know what I would do without you. Don’t you understand: I love you.