I want you to hold my hand
and tell me you love me when I can’t love myself.
I want you to see the best in me
when everything I see is so unclear
and I feel like I am going in the wrong direction.
I want you to make me feel that I am more than enough
and that there is nothing I can do to push you away.
I want you to tell me how much you want me in your life —
that the world is nothing if I am not by your side.
I want you to want me, to yearn for me,
to tell me that I am good enough,
and that you accept all that I am.
I want you to close the distance
between the two of us,
to actually have the courage to tell me
all that makes you happy,
all that makes you scared.
I want you to keep inspiring me, and to never give up on me
even when sometimes I feel like giving up on myself.
I want you to make me feel beautiful
most especially at times I superbly don’t.
I want you to smile at me,
when you see my lips slowly curving downwards.
I want you to want me —
— to want to know what I want.
And above everything else,
I want you.
Most especially you.