All The Things I Didn’t Say - Ana Radojevic
I don’t like feeling angry.
I don’t understand anger.
Anger is a secondary emotion and I’m less happy with my primary emotion.
I’m angry, nonetheless.
I’m angry that I can’t be angry with you.
I’m angry that you are considerate and funny, but not in the bare-minimum kind of way.
I mean, you’re considerate in the way where you come to my dorm at midnight, just to give me a hug, because I said I had a shitty day.
Not in the way where I say I had a shitty day and you wish me the best of luck.
And you’re funny in the way that it seems so natural and I don’t even realize I’ve been smiling because it feels like second nature,
Not funny in the way where we have back and forth banter that’s easily synthesized.
And there are a million (and that’s an exaggeration but perhaps not) other qualities I find absolutely beautiful about you.
I’m angry that I can’t be angry at you.
So I guess I will be angry at me.
I’m angry about all the things I didn’t say.
I’m angry that I never said “I like you too.”
And I know my actions probably told you- or at least I hope they did,
But I wish I would have told you.
I’m angry that I never said that I miss you.
And I don’t mean just when you said it before I went to visit my mother and I didn’t say it back,
I mean I wish I said “I miss you” at 3:30 when you're taking a nap after your class,
Or when I laid beside you at midnight.
I wish when we were watching TV in bed, like my parents do, and you looked at me and asked, “What if I wanted to kiss you right now?”
I wish I would have said “So then you should probably kiss me,” instead of whatever bullshit response my fear formulated.
I’m angry that I didn’t.
I wish that when I asked to talk and then you told me it just wasn’t the right time for us I would have fought harder.
I’m not sure what exactly I would have said, or if anything would have made everything change,
But I wish that I didn’t just let you leave.
I’m angry that I did.
I guess there’s nothing to be angry about with you, so I will settle for being angry at all the things I didn’t say.