People never understood when I said that

we weren't close

because we spent nearly every second together

and whenever someone asked where I was

it would always be that

I was with you.

What I couldn't put in to words was

the marvel that you could spend every breath with someone

and yet still not know them at all

because you couldn't remember 

the type of olives I liked

or my favorite color

and perhaps those things shouldn't have bothered me

and you might say that they are obsolete

but as the child that no one cared enough for to be 

chosen,

I just wanted someone to choose me

to care about me

to care enough about me

to make time

to want to know those things

about 

me.

I just wanted someone to want to know me.

People never understand when I say that

we weren't close,

and I can't help but envy their naïveté