Sometimes it doesn't matter when I'm upset, it doesn't matter when I can't get what I want. Nothing matters when he's upset or feeling pissed or down or something. I want to hug him and tell him things will be ok. I want to hold him until he's alright. I want to sit beside him and not say a word while he rants. Or offer my shoulder for a while. I want to be standing by him when he's fed-up and don't want to talk. I just want to be there for him. I just want him to be really happy.
Nah, I'm not so nice. I don't just want him to be happy. I want him. I want him to look for me when he's upset, when he's happy. I want him to think of me first when he wants to share something.
This is possessiveness.
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