I want to be the only thing someone ever longs for and still never tries to take

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I want to be held like a vow no one dares to break…

“What kind of love do you want?”

They asked. And I froze. Because how do I explain I want to be loved in the way people speak of miracles?

It’s strange growing up in a world where closeness is measured by how much of yourself you’re willing to give away. Where touch is expected, where love must always lead somewhere. Where love is only considered real if it’s earned through pieces of yourself.

But I’ve never wanted a love that burns. I’ve always longed for the kind that stays warm.

I want the kind of love that looks at me and asks for nothing but my existence. Not the parts of me the world wants to touch. Not the pieces I hide to be worthy. Just… me. I want someone who sits beside me not in anticipation, but in peace. Not to reach for more, but to stay where I am.

Sometimes I wonder if something’s wrong with me, for craving a love so soft it barely even breathes.

A love that lingers like a breath on glass. That doesn’t rush to be seen, but never disappears. One that doesn’t fill the room with heat or urgency, but with a kind of love that eases the weight of everything I keep buried.

I want to be loved by someone who learns me like a language, Not to decode, but to understand. Someone who sees the storm inside my head and doesn’t try to clear the skies, just stays through the rain.

Someone who will hold my hand like it’s the only thing they’ve ever wanted to hold. Kiss my hair like they’re apologizing for the world. Look at me not with desire, but with devotion.

Because I don’t want to be treated like a puzzle or a prize. Not something to solve, not something to conquer. I want to be the part of someone’s world that softens them. Not because I’m delicate, but because I remind them of what should be touched like a promise.

There’s a line I once heard in a song… Depollute me.

And I’ve never forgotten it. Because maybe that’s exactly what I’m asking for, someone who won’t set me on fire, but slowly untangle the smoke.

All the noise. All the weight. All the times I’ve been made to feel like I had to offer more of myself to be wanted.

I don’t want to be consumed. I want to be kept.

Not like a treasure, but like a truth.

Maybe I’m asking for too much. Maybe I live in a world that doesn’t know how to love without taking.

But still, I’ll wait.

Because I want to be the only thing someone ever longs for and still never tries to take.

Source:Medium/Vina amoris࿐

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