I picture you

Lying sickly on a bed, and you just need me to read to you and stroke your hair and hold you. Why do I like that picture so much?

I'm so secretive and dark and unknown that I can't trust anyone who is simply open. I need someone like me, and I'd like to believe that Lady of the House is, because... of low self esteem and her battleaxe complex.

I could be wrong.