I am love.

I know it in the way I feel, in the way I give, in the way I soften without being asked to.

And yet- I want to be loved, the way I love.

Fully. Gently. Without hesitation.

And somewhere, in the same breath, I wish this desire would leave me.

Because what do you do with a longing that feels too deep for the world you see?

Sometimes I wonder if anyone out there can hold me the way I hold others.

Or if this love within me is simply meant to exist without being returned in the same language.

I don't know why I want to be loved so much.

But I do. So quietly, so intensely, that I feel if someone ever touched my face with true tenderness- I would break open into tears I have been holding for eons.

And that thought both comforts and frightens me.

Because what if this kind of love never becomes mine?

I don't want to wish anymore. I don't want to manifest, or imagine, or convince myself.

I just want to be held in a way that feels real.

To be cared for. To be chosen. To be adored- without asking.

I am love. But tonight, I don't want to be the one who only gives it.