I just started typing and this just turned out. :)

I might follow you,

I might always know where you are.

I might always try to talk to you,

I might seem like a bother.

But you must try to understand,

I want to understand you.

I'm sort of like an obsessed fan,

going crazy over her favorite star.

I don't really have any company,

so I try and pretend you are.

I jump at the chance to talk to you,

I take pleasure at your presence.

You're every laugh,

you're every word,

you're every action seems directed to me.

I treat them as gifts.

I feel left out and jealous,

when you aren't intent on me.

I might have some weird 'I' disease,

I want everything centered around me.

I try to know you as much as I possibly can,

about you, my favorite star,

With what I know,

I can create a world where only you and I exist.

In that world anything can happen,

other people can be around you but you are still intent on me.

In that world things will be turned around,

Others will be jealous of me.

Things are odd you see,

I must be so different from you.

You probably can't comprehend this but this is the truth,

This is what I've always wanted to say.

From Me,

To You.