Late at night, the speaker is awake while the person they love is asleep somewhere far away. The whole poem is a quiet confession of how much they miss that person. They admit they think about them "too much," then explain it isn't sudden: they've been thinking about them all along. They want the other person to know they find them incredible and that they never want to hurt them.
The short, broken lines feel like whispered thoughts, with no neat punctuation to tidy them up. The speaker is a little nervous, apologizing for being "weird" and "needy," and even admits to being jealous of everyone who gets to see their loved one all day. The mood is tender, restless, and vulnerable. The ending is small but sweet: after all the longing, what they're really waiting for is a simple "Hi." It suggests that the smallest moment of contact would mean everything.