I State...

I state, "My dream is to become the ultimate jerk."
She knows I'm asking, "Am I really as mean as I fear?"

I state, "I'm not going to get married."
She knows I'm asking, "Do you think I could find a girl who would love me?"

I state, "I'm a genius."
She knows I'm asking, "My worth doesn't depend on a grade, right?"

I state, "I'm just mad at myself."
She knows I'm asking, "You still love me, do you think I can forgive myself?"

I state, "I'm fine."
She knows I'm asking, "Can I have a hug?"

And as she reads this I want to thank her.
Thank her for answering my statements.
Thank her for listening to my silent questions.
Thank her for calming my quiet fears.

Though I'll never be able to catch up, I want to try.
Thank you.