The Uncertain Epiphany

He seems misunderstood, as I am.
Do the misunderstood have the ability to
Understand
When there is no one else who can?
Do they not want to?
Am I abnormal for wondering why?
Combined with my wish to help,
My curiosity eats me alive.
I have no pity,
Shed no tears,
But there is an ever-present longing to
Heal.
Maybe it’s empathy.
Maybe it’s an unexpected bond.
Or maybe it’s something extremely different…
Something that could be
Envied
If it were between anyone other than us.
I remain uncertain.
All that is known is that I’m finding it difficult to get him off my mind…