do you think the moon misses the sun?

i mean, think about it. i'll never be as beautiful or as bright. i'll never burn the way you do. there's always going to be darkness concealing my flaws and all my jealousy and the fucking obsessive way i think about you. my favorite necklace doesn't even glimmer without your light. it's fucking crazy the things you don't know about me, little mouse. you don't know about the cuts and the oil burns and the scars and desperate notes written by shaky hands. you have no idea how much i missed you when you were gone. no clue that i thought about you every second of every day, devoted, another wife in waiting. 3:16 PM, the day we met. "i've yet to have a good idea that isn't you." that's a good way to put it. i've never had a worse/better idea either, angelface. you'll never know, dear, how much i love you...