The little bits of your lives I can gather from your blogs give me a window into the ways we will all explode.

I just noticed that even though 'you' doesn't just mean you, almost of the of the ones with that label are about you. I need something else to worry about.

I leave your facebook chat open when you leave, because I need to know when you are there.
I need to know you are OK, because when I don't see you for a certain amount of time, I get so worried I feel sick.

I'd fight anyone and anything to save you.
Including you.

Sometimes I can hardly breathe for the fear of myself.

I am so worried about you I feel sick.

I don't want you to go back to her, and I don't know why.