I don’t want a crowd.
I don’t need noise or faces that come and go.
I just want someone who sees me,
who gets it—
someone to laugh with,
to talk about nothing and everything with,
to sit with when the world feels too heavy.
Sometimes, I wonder if it’s me.
If I’m too much or not enough.
If I’m too quiet, too awkward, too afraid to let someone in.
And maybe they’re out there,
feeling the same way,
waiting for someone like me to reach...