To be

Let me put this out there for the world to know because I express myself better in writing than I will ever do in speaking these wants into existence.

I want to be loved.

I want to be held softly, and with consideration. I want to be spoken to gently, and listened to intently. I want to be caressed in a way that my soul sighs in relief. I want to be embraced so tightly that my broken pieces fuse back together—the cracks glistening in gold.

I want to be seen in all that I am—and not just me, but the cosmic wonders, the chaos, the calm. The waves that are violent one moment and serene the next. The depth I can barely reach myself but that often calls… and maybe even the shallow waters that puddle my mind more than once in a while.

I want to be heard in a way that makes my heart sing; in a way that my silence feels light, and my loudness doesn’t feel like a chore. In a way that my voice doesn’t crack or stop or hesitate or tremble—or faint into the wind.

I want to be loved in a way that I can simply fall back—surrender, eyes shut, heart steady—into the arms I know will be waiting.

I want to be loved in a way that trust isn’t met with lingering eyes burning my back, or a haunting voice circling my head—because for me, him; for him, me.

I want to be loved in all its grandeur, in all its wonders and all its mysteries—in all its uproars and stillness.

I want to be loved in my entirety; and to love fully in return.