Born to Blossom, Bloom to Perish

He cares.. in his own way.

I’ve grown up hearing my mom say that to me. It was just a couple days ago when she said it about the current “relationship” I’m in. It made me think… Why can’t he care in the way I want him too? Why do I have to adapt to the way he cares? Why can’t he adapt to the way I care? So many questions, but no answers.

Maybe I have a false image of what caring about someone really is. I want him to call me just because. I want him to hurt when I’m crying. I want him to tell me it’s going to be ok, when we both know it’s probably not. I want him to pry what’s wrong out of me. I don’t want it to be about sex. But most of all, I want him to hurt when I’m hurting. Is that too much to ask?

Apparently I care in a way that no man could. Whether it be my “father” or a man I’m in a relationship with. Yes, I know men are different. They show emotion differently but for once, I want them to show it the way I do.. the way I understand it..