A Giver, and a Taker.

I hate feeling like, which I know is true, for it hangs in the air, so obviously...

Why do you _____ me so? Maybe too strong, yet it's a sense I get from you.

I love you, but I can't leave it at that.
You are my friend, and I care a great deal for you.
I prey that you're safe, and I miss you.

My point was - that I'd like having you there, as opposed to you liking it when someone is there.
Correct me if I'm wrong, which you never do, hence the feelings that radiate in my direction.

I can be great, correction, I am great, but I always get the feeling that I've done something wrong.
Tell me what.

There is a theory that just occurred to me. In relation to the rebuilding of walls in fear? 

I felt like at the beginning, it was the start of something great.
Where has that greatness gone?

And now I wonder if you even see it, or care enough to see it.
Do you?