It Does Matter

All these years later, still trying to behave as if the insensitivity is acceptable.  Working hard to appear as though I haven't noticed that your insecurities are cast upon me.  In reality, there are no surprises.  Just hear me.  Have my back. Understand what is of importance to me.  I am tired.  Some days, I want to stop the charade of pretending that we are (or ever were) connected. 

All these years later, it does matter.