You make me want to cuddle with you on a rainy day, you make me want to bake a cake with you, you make me want to lay under the stars and talk about life for hours, you make me want to do all the innocent things in life and make memories with you. But at the same time you make me want to rip out my heart, you make me wonder if I matter to you at all, you make me wonder if all those memories were a waste of time, but most of all you make me wonder if I meant anything to you all this time. If you even cared enough to ask if I was okay when you knew I was falling down a pit of my own misery.