I never wanted to be right.
I only wanted to be understood —to have someone step into my world for just a moment and see things through my eyes.

Not to argue.
Not to defend.
But to listen. To feel. To try.

Because sometimes, the deepest pain isn’t in being wrong—it’s in being unheard. In having your truth brushed aside like it doesn’t matter. Like your heart is speaking in a language no one wants to learn.

And still—I speak.
Not to win.
But to be seen.

To be heard.
To be held with care, even in conversation.

So if you ever truly want to love me—don’t chase who’s right.
Just walk with me through how I feel.
Because understanding speaks louder than winning.
And empathy matters more than being correct.