Because I know

Most say you're not what I need. That you're the worst thing that could ever happen to me. I should understand them. After all, I've been complaining about you a lot in the past. But now, it might be different. I want people to understand you're the 'worst' I need. It's like you're the only disease I can't wait to have. You're the disease, and you're also the pill. I can't say you're my everything - I need a lot of other things to survive. But you just make my day. You don't read my blog, I know, and this just gives me courage to say what I feel I should tell you. You don't know how it's like to die at the slightest grimace and to rise at just a smile. You comfort me. You care for me. Your rude way of telling me you care makes my day. Because I know. Because I can understand your signs and pretty much everything you do/say/feel. I know you, and now I know myself. I relate myself to you. I care for you. I need you; just enough to know I'll be OK no matter what. I make it through the day. You made me tough. You made me live enough to want more. Thank you. Now I understand. Now I know.