Don't let denotation fool you into believing it didn't matter. I am a girl. Believe that too. It mattered.
I told you, screaming it subtly. A million messages everyday. A hundred thousand ways to let you know, bar one. The one where I look you in the eyes and say something, out loud, in words you'll understand.
Why won't I? It changes everything, and yet means nothing. I cry for honesty and communication. The kind, apparently, where you react the way I'm asking for to things I won't say.
So, yes. It mattered. But don't worry, please. I'll consider it alone. My pen moving across paper, today a jagged dance. An angry slash as you sit there. Maybe you'll learn as I fall asleep. You, peacefully elsewhere as my fists clench beneath the sheets.
There will be a next time, this time. I'll learn not to confuse strength with frustration. Or you'll learn to know. For now I'll leave it here in words I don't say.