I’m needy and I require attention.
Sometimes I want you to think about me and ask me if I’m ok or if I need help. I require a little work but, if you care enough to invest yourself in me I can promise a full return on your investment.... with interest.
My love is full, when I feel safe enough to give it freely. My love is intentional. It listens. It pays attention.
It wants to feel worthy and necessary... irreplaceable... special.
My love wants to trust you and lean on you and feed you and be there for you and take care of you. My love wants you to win. My love is valuable. My love is scared of being hurt and left alone. It longs to be reflected, reciprocated, reproduced. My love is delicate, it’s fragile. Cherish it. Adore it. Please.
My love is learning. It’s growing. Brimming. Brilliant. My love is heavy. It’s warm and welcoming. It’s thick. Rich. It can be a little clumsy. It’s often confused and it may not always know what to do or how to do it. It’s inexperienced but willing to learn. It’s apprehensive but willing to try.
My love is being readied. Prepared for its counterpart, its other half. My love is being refined for you. For us. It’s anxious and sometimes a bit zealous but my love is patient. Patient because process is requisite to greatness. These things take time. My love will fight. It is fearless and faithful. It is hopeful and expectant. It is waiting... to love you.















