I haven’t had the chance to meet you, yet I cringe everytime I hear that you can’t leave your bed. I know nothing about you, I don’t know who your friends are or if you even have any.
But I don’t care about them, and to be honest, I’m not even sure if I care ’bout you. All I know is that when I see your messy hair, I wanna brush the pain away. ’cause you’re gorgeous, and passionate, and you deserve to be loved here and now.
How can you not notice, girl? I don’t love you, but I’d love to.