There’s a difference between a twinge and a flutter,
and a whisper and a sigh,
and a caress and a touch.
There’s a difference between feeling lonely and being alone.
There’s a difference between what I say and what I mean.
Theres always something deeper,
below the surface,
behind my words,
under my actions.
There’s a difference between being stressed and not being able to breathe,
between being nervous and not being able to keep from sweating until you’re soaked in your own anxiety,
between a dry eye and a wet one.
But there will never be a difference between your pain and my pain,
because both are adequate,
both are important.