Why is this how you interact with me?
Do you see me?
Do you even know me?
.
.
.
The kind words that go unspoken
leave my heart longing
for recognition.
.
It pains me to not hear
what I know you feel.
.
.
.
When you give me things
it’s not the same
as when you spend
time with me.
.
.
.
I see you talking your own language-
keeping the house clean,
cooking dinner for me,
and keeping the cats alive.
.
I see these things but
they are not deeply felt in my heart.
It’s because my own predisposition to love.
.
.
The way you speak to me,
of love and comfort,
of companionship and loyalty,
of trust and faith…
with actions of love,
does not resonate as well
as when spoken in my own language.
.
.
But slowly I am learning yours
so I can feel love
and speak to you how you understand.
.
❤ Glitterfly Jessa
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Glitterfly Awakening 