The 'want' is not as great right now, but I also know I'm fooling myself.
I hate that you're away and I'm not in your thoughts.
I know if I sent you a message, or god-forbid called you it may do more harm than good.
None of this is real, not even you, and probably not even me.
Vacations are the reminder(at least one of the reminders).
What I want is inappropriate. I want more. I want to matter, to be thought of, to be cared about, without limitations. And I know I have not right seeking that from you.
It will always be too much. I will always be too much.