Understood (free write).

Blue Fences

connected

I wondered if he really knew me.I watched the clouds grow dark and make the sky look heavy.Waited for that first drop to hit the street.Then ran outside. Just me and my bare feet.I wondered if he listened when I’d speak.If he understood when I’d tell him what I think.No one gets me… why would he?Always in my head… always disconnecting.What did I expect to see?And why does it matter to me?I barely know myself, so… who is he to me?He can’t possibly…connect to me: a breathing misunderstanding.Through the raining, I heard my phone ring. He messaged me.Are you standing in the rain?”I smiled. Where else would I be?

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