“…….-“

“Nevermind.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

It doesn’t matter.

I swear it doesn’t matter.

I’d never tell you anything that really did matter,

So the little things don’t matter either.

I don’t care about that stupid little anecdote.

I’m not bothered by failing my math quiz.

I don’t mind that I never say anything of value.

I completely agree, I’m last on your to-do list.

I couldn’t care less that I need someone to talk to.

I don’t wish you would realize how much I need to hang out with someone.

It really doesn’t matter that I’m going to do something undoable if I’m alone for much longer.

It doesn’t matter.

And by extension, _I_ don’t matter.

I love you. And I’m scared out of my mind.

But if I can’t find the courage to share the gay meme that had me cackling for, like, five minutes straight?

How could I possibly express how much I need to have a conversation?

It really doesn’t matter, I promise.