It's a refrain I hear myself repeating: I wish he/she understood.
Most often I blame any failure to connect on some inability I have to articulate what I mean, or on my needs being too out of whack.
Tonight, I am lonely and sad. I want something I can't have, and I get that. But I still want it and still grieve its loss. What is it? Nothing less than happiness.
Out of whack. But I still wish someone could get it.
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