Seriously Speaking...

I know everyone's I know (including my friends, my co-workers, a select few...) are reading this... But I have to get this out of my mind somehow...

Here goes...

When I'm with you... Everything I feel, they're so real.

Vivid.

Yeap, that's the word.

When we're happy, I'm so happy. When we're not, I'm not happy.

It's always about you.

Just you.

Then what about me?

I am not happy now. Does that mean anything to you?

I am a man who seeks structure in my live. Failing to find it, should I fall apart?