Some Questions I Wish Were Asked!

It has been said that expectations make up love.
An indicator that the people have faith in you, that the people have confidence that you will arrive, that you will comprehend, and that you will execute.
And I do. I endeavor--I do my best.
I listen. I support. I appear on time.
I would want to be the person whom people could count on, someone who could simplify details for others.
And somehow, among their needs and dreams, I begin to slack a bit.
Since it does not seem to ask who cares about you.
What do you carry today?
You are alright, aren’t you?
They respond, you are tough; you will work it out.
I guess there are some days when I do not feel like being strong.
I simply want to be noticed. Not what I do, but what I suffer in silence.
I do not mean that I do not want to be there with people.
I do. Genuinely.
However, how much can a person obey before he/she forgets what he/she expects of them?

I need time to ruminate and not talk about it.
In order not to feel guilty to rest.
To experience without editing.
Not forever--only a little now.

One time when I do not have to keep everything together.
The time when one of them has simply stated, say, Tell me about you.

It is due to my being a learner-- Desire for space is not selfish.
Having the desire to be understood, and not necessarily being the one to understand, is not a sin.
Then maybe here are to the quiet fellows, who bear more than they do tell, yet can smile.
May we discover those who pay attention and may we discover how to pay attention to us as well.