I'm sorry that my fear becomes yours.
I regret that you get pulled into my panic.
I feel ill when my every cough, ache or bump twists your insides the way it does mine.
I would prefer to protect you.
I want to watch you smile, hear your laugh, feel your heart thump with joy when you pull me to your chest.
I don't want to make you scared, or sad or worried.
But I can't wish you weren't ever scared or sad or worried.
Because I need to share.
Because I need not to feel alone.
Because I need you.