La Mia Richiesta

I'm sorry.

La Mia Richiesta

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I don’t mean to stress you out.

I don’t mean to make you worry.

I’d never want you to feel miserable for my sake.

Do you feel miserable?

All I’ve wanted was for you to realize.

I’m not the only one playing a part in this.

You are too.

You just didn’t know.

I knew it was working when you said that it scared you.

How much I got right about you.

But that’s all this is.

You don’t owe me anything.

And you never have to.

But I need to know that this isn’t in vain.

I need to know.

Whether or not I should keep trying to explain.

All of the things you don’t see.

I’ll be honest.

Sometimes it really hurts.

It’s not really your fault either.

I just keep hoping.

That maybe if I stay on this path.
Maybe I’ll be doing something right.

But I’m a hypocrite.

Aren’t I?

I talk about compromise as if I never have to give.

That isn’t true.

This is one of those things that I have to compromise for.

I will wait.

For however long as you will let me.

But if you say the word.

Then thats it.

It’s over.

I have one request.

I need you to consider it as if it were truly possible.

As if it could stand a chance.

Please.

Give it the benefit of the doubt.

And the answer won’t come to you quickly.

It will take time.

And it will take waiting.

Consider this as my first compromise.

Yet I will set one rule.

It cannot be out of pity.

I don’t truly think you do pity me.

And if you do, then you don’t need to.

You need to trust yourself enough.

Only then will you find your answer.

Please.

For once.

Just care.

This isn’t about anyone else.

I don’t care whether they agree or disagree.

I know you do.

But if you truly care about this.

Then for once you won’t care about them.