I’m so ready to feel fully loved again — out loud, with no hesitation. I want a man who proudly holds my hand, wraps me in his arms, kisses me like he means it, and chooses me — only me. I miss the butterflies, the excitement of truly connecting with someone. I want mutual trust, open communication, and the kind of love where we say, “I hear you, I understand you, we’re in this together.”
Not something conditional. Not performative. Not a game. I never want to be in a space where I have to wonder who you're texting or if I even matter. Not bare minimum dressed up as effort. Not love that feels like a question mark. I want someone who won’t use “we’re not even together” as an excuse to act single while keeping me on the hook. I want to feel safe, seen, loved, and secure.
And honestly, I’m tired of holding it down for someone who clearly doesn’t want me the way I deserve. I refuse to keep accepting the bare minimum like it’s enough — because it’s not. Don’t even get that.
I’ve been loyal to someone who never really showed up for me. I do things to show you I’ve got it handled, that I’m solid, that I can really take care of things. But it’s like none of that matters.
I just wanted consistent respect—without feeling like I have to beg for your attention. The kind of love that makes me excited to hear from you, not second-guess where I stand. The type of love that’s willing to go the ends of the earth. Not that toxic shit. Not that crying alone and having to pick myself up for months kind. And I don’t want that at all. Been there and I’ve done it. Alone, everytime.
Never again.
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I can’t wait.
