If you never understand why I’m so needy -
If you never look at my outstretched arms and go in willingly -
That’s fine, too.
If you never wander into my classroom and hold me - just hold me -
That’s fine. That’s fine that’s fine that’s fine.
Because if you never do all these things - if you never text me good morning, i love you; if you never hold me so tight it feels like I’d shatter; if you never love me as intensely as I love you - it means you’re protected.
It means you’ll never be as needy as I, because you can do it alone.
It means you don’t know what it’s like to desperately want a hug, because there’s never been pain deep enough to scar your soul.
It means you don’t know what it’s like to need to be held by someone, because you have never needed to be held.
It’s fine. I never expected you to understand.