A Love "Poem"

I once read somewhere that everything has a true name. A name that describes that being or object completely. Every fault, every mistake, every tear, every desire, was put into this one word in a language few understood. I don't care so much as for my true name but yours. What would yours say?
It would speak of how you are young but are so troubled by things no one should go through at your age. I'm not much different.
It would whisper about the quirks that make you you. Mine isn't different.
It would tell me of each and every fear and dream you have no matter how unnatural or idiotic. My name would be similar.
But the one thing I'm not sure will be covered is care. How much are you loved? By anyone. From the boy at your side comforting you to the family supporting you in a horrible time to the person across the country yearning to hold you and help.
But if the name did say how much they loved you I know how the person would feel. Thats the only thing I really know right now.
He loves you. He met you about one or two years ago on a stupid website. All he wanted for a while was your body. But you told him no every time he begged and asked. He loved the chase. He dreamt if you. First as an object of desire. Something unobtainable. Something that he wanted out of greed.
And it was like this for awhile. But he felt better every time he was rejected and just talked normally. He found other outlets for his urges just so he wouldn't annoy you in his lust.
He started loving you. As someone more than unobtainable and prized. He didn't stop asking but that was because he got nervous. He fell for you. Not a lying love. A love that he gave up on for a long time. A love that wasn't an obligation. Not a painful love but a timid love.
It wasn't until he showed you to his other love - a young girl- that he really figured that he wasn't scared to love with all his heart. And that's what he did. He loved you and continued to.
Then you got quiet and sick. It hurt like a bitch. Something he couldn't do anything to was hurting you. Helpless. Useless. It hurt even more when you doubted yourself. Because for some reason it seemed he was the only one to see your importance it seemed.
As often as he could he loved you and told you but you rejected it and it hurt but he let you breath. The distance hurt. You were quiet and he didn't know and it sucked not knowing and if you still liked him in any way. He didn't want to cling so he limited himself to saying good morning/ night beautiful. Until you told him not to call you beautiful anymore. He was broken...
He wanted to be there for you when you were most sad about being sick. Not as a friend but someone who loved you completely. But he couldn't. A country was in the way. He didn't know what to do. So he wrote this.
This could break everything Erika. I wrote this because it hurts not doing something. But I love you. I can feel it. It weird again. I guess this is a love letter in a way. Im not trying to break you and the other guy apart. I really do want to help. You've done so much for me afterall. I just needed to get my thoughts collected. Im sorry I really am.