The speaker lists simple, tender wishes: to stay close to someone all the time, hug him, cook for him, read beside him, hold his hand, and hear his voice. None of it is dramatic. These are small, everyday comforts, and that is what makes the longing feel so real. The line "I want to feel loved too" stands out because it quietly admits what lies under the rest: she wants to be cared for, not only to care.
The ending changes everything. She asks, "But can I get him? / Just because he doesn't exist?" Now we understand the "him" is probably someone imagined, perhaps a character or an ideal, though the poem doesn't say which. The repeated "I want" builds a soft, almost daydreaming mood, and the last two lines break it with a sting of loneliness. The mood is sweet but sad: a hopeful fantasy running into reality. The grammar slips ("hug he," "cook for he") also give it a raw, unpolished, sincere feel.