"Make me a willow cabin at your gate,
And call upon my soul within the house;
Write loyal cantons of condemned love,
And sing them loud even in the dead of night;
Hallow your name to the reverberate hills,
And make them babbling gossip of the air
Cry out 'Olivia!' O you should not rest
Between the elements of air and earth
But you should pity me!"
William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night, Act 1, Scene 5
Now please imagine for a moment someone cared this much for you.