You've become part of my daily routine. I’ve grown so accustomed to just talk to you everyday, making sure you’re doing alright, making sure you've eaten already, making sure if you went home safely, waiting for you to wake up, waiting for your calls each night before we sleep. When I hear your voice, it's like a feeling I don't want to leave... you give me comfort and it fucking terrifies me. The cute sound of your voice is like my favorite love song, I can listen to it all night until it puts me to sleep. Yes, still as I continue to lay here in my bed and think about everything you are to me, I can't help myself but wonder, what's on your mind too? How much do you feel and how real do you think this really is? You're keeping me anchored and you've been painstakingly yet surely becoming my rock, sucking me into your world that even if I don’t talk to you for just one day, it throws my whole day off. I might sound crazy, but that’s just the way my mind works. It’s as if you’re permanently in my life. I guess I never changed. I only attached myself to people I could lose when times called for it, to the people I could leave behind without feeling guilty. Not you though, you were more than glue. You were scotchtape and bandaid and rugby and you're stuck with me. I couldn’t take you off. I didn’t want to take you off. So, why don't you just be my constant through it all?