I often. . . 
go to those places where you'd most likely be,
dream of you,
hope to see you everyday,
smile when i hear your name,
contact you whenever i can.
wish to know how you think of me,
hallucinate that you're there by my side,
listen to those songs that remind me of you,
recall all those moments we spent together when i'm alone,
hope to never ever leave where you can't be my shining star,
dream of growing old with you.

Oh darling, we aren't getting any younger. . . 
So why can't you tell me you love me?
Why?