February 7, 2002
Need. What a word to be both so compelling and so revolting. I don't want to need. At all. Sometimes I even resent the air I need to breathe to stay alive. But I love that you need me. That when you dreams are full of fright, you reach for me. And sometimes I love that I need you. That in your hands I feel so safe. But have I ever told you I need you? Not really. I think that would give you too much power over me. Maybe one day I'll realize it is not a power play.