Just listen here.

I am now thinking of you.

Not Little Bird. I think of you, darling, glass simple and beautiful (not that she isn't).

I am going to write the same effusive post as always but if I didn't do it here I'd tell you, then where would I be?

I think you're beautiful and funny and interesting. And I love it when you lay on my shoulder and tap your head on me. I know that you need someone so badly, and I want it to be me that you need. I adore you and I don't trust you. You don't always say the right thing, but I like that. I like you. Only, you don't like people liking you because you think it's needy, and I think it's low self esteem but we'll get to that later. I don't think you're a loser. I think your mother sounds terrible but I'm not going to tell you that either. I am going to tell you that I like you, a lot. And I will be silent if you tell me your problems and know then that you need me and it's alright for me to need you in return. I might maybe quietly hold your pale hand in the dark and put it onto my neck to show you I can stand you touching me there in the place I don't trust anyone to touch. Then I'd not have to say the rest. I'd just swallow.