Because..

Do you realize
that you barely even look at me?
I do know you care,
it's just that you don't show it.
Maybe I don't either.
Not the way you want me to.
Maybe not in ways you fully understand.
Because I'm different.
Because when I'm close to you,
I think about how much I love you
and how I want to say so many things,
hoping you'll sense that.
Yes, that may be silly, but I can't help it.
It's difficult for me.
Maybe I'm not thinking fairly.
Maybe the things that are difficult for me
are the things that are difficult for you,
and maybe I don't know that.
Because you've never said it.
Because, maybe you don't know how.
I'm sorry this is difficult.
But, that doesn't mean it's not right.
Because, if you feel it's right, then, it's right.

* Okay, 1:33 A.M. ish, so, that makes it the next day.*