Sometimes I wonder if you're replaceable. There have been times where I missed you much less, and I wonder if it's because I don't need you, as long as I have someone to fill your shoes.

I need to be understood. I need to know that someone understands that I love something, understands why I love it, without me ever having to explain. I need to talk about literature, music, and movies. I need to be sensitive and depressing with a morbid sense of humor. I need to talk about the weather and I need to analyze everything to death.

The only face I've ever been able to reliably associate with those things that I need is yours. It might be sad to find that you're replaceable, but it would be wonderful not to have to do without those things simply because I do without you.