I believe, in you

It's not like I have a choice. It's not like things are the same. Things have changed. I'm a different person, worn down by cynicism. I feel so little, and very few people can tell me "this is you" without me being severely pissed off. You think you know me, you think you get it, what I'm after, what I want, what I need, and how I feel about you. Only 2 people get it right. Mostly i just nod is agreement because its easier than explaining the alternative. I hate thinking, I hate trying to figure out how someone feels, i have enough problems with myself. You do it effortlessly. Where so many have tried and failed, you didn't even try, yet you seemed to say all the things i needed to hear in exactly the way i needed to hear them. To me you're perfect, you're my million in one person. you mean more to me than anything in the world, and everyone pales in comparison to you. I love you more than anyone, and i don't need to make you to be fulfilled of my existential angst. I just need to know that you're happy, and i will be happy for you. I know i need more from you than you can give, but its alright. I'm not asking, I hate asking, and i appreciate when things are given freely.