The boy

So, today I was morbidly thinking about what would happen if something happened to him. The reality is that I probably wouldn't even find out. No one knows that I exist, that I'm such an important part of his life. I wouldn't get a phone call. I know that this is all unlikely and that nothing will happen to him (I don't think I could cope if something did), but this all makes me wish that he told people about us. I wish that he was as excited about us as I am. That he felt the same need to shout it from the rooftops. Or at least felt the same uncontrollable urge to bring me up in conversation constantly. I just can't contain my love for him. It is all consuming and I can't help be reminded of him with every topic of conversation. Why isn't it the same for him?