I want to be loved. I want to be loved the way they describe it in the books I found too cheesy to read when I was younger.
I want to be hugged from behind, and feel the tiny kisses they leave in my neck. I want to be cuddled while we watch a movie, and make stupid commentary throughout, not even once wondering if I’m being annoying.
I want to know that when I feel upset because of something they did, they will try to understand and apologize, even if that thing was small or stupid or not worth their time.
I want to hold hands and feel close to them even when we’re with their friends, like they are telling me that I’m still important, that they are with me no matter the circumstance.
I want to kiss them, and feel their skin close to mine, without the expectation of sex afterwards. To be able to feel closer to them without the fear of making them feel disappointed when I just want to hug, and nothing else.
I want to look into each other’s eyes, and see their love for me. I want them to be able to express with words how much I mean to them, the same way I’d know how to express my devotion for them.
I want random I love you’s, acts of kindness, I want to be remembered randomly while they were grocery shopping and receive a text with a photo of a pizza or candy with the caption “Saw your favourite and made me think of you”.
I want to be taken care of when I’m sick, I want to be put in bed, to be kissed in the forehead, and know they’ll be there when I wake up.
I want long conversations about stupid things, and even longer conversations about important stuff that need to be talked about.
I want to feel respected, loved, needed, and wanted. I want to be understood and appreciated.
I want someone to look me in the eyes, both hands on both my cheeks, and tell me I’m the most beautiful girl in the world.
I want to love, and I want to be loved.
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