Mirror Mirror

In my mind you are gentle.
Taking me in your arms in a way that says you won't let go.
In my mind you are passionate, still after all this time.
In my mind I am addicted to your presence, your touch, and the idea of you.
In reality you are rough.
You do not express your feelings, when it comes to me.
Sometimes I wonder if you need me at all.
I still crave your company,  but am nervous to be an annoyance.
You mean so much to me.
Who am I to you?