I'd want you to know...

If I wasn't able to tell you myself, I'd want you to know that I cry at the drop of a hat. Sometimes, for no reason.
I'd want you to know that I love to sing and that I'm very shy around new people and that I'm terrified of birds.
I'd want you to know that I haven't spoken to my mother since shortly after my 18th birthday but I still miss her.
I would want you to know that I don't handle criticism well and sometimes I'm clumsy but I don't mean to spill or break things and I am embarrassed when I do.
And I'd want you to know that I loved a man once and he meant the world to me. I'd want you to know that I feel guilty that my last words to him were in anger.
I'd want you to know that I like love songs and big thick blankets and I hate wearing socks. I would want you to know that my stepfather abused me and I'm scared of big men because of it.
If I couldn't tell you myself, I'd want you to know that harsh words and tones make me cry and hurt my feelings and that I like to please people and if asked I'll do what you want.
If I didn't have the words to tell you, that is what I'd want you to know.