I want to be loved with the strength and charm of maturity. I don’t want to be smothered by the fear of jealousy and insecurities. I don’t want a relationship based solely upon shutting the world out and locking each other in. I want to be somewhere where I can breathe. Where, even in the midst of a million people with a million heartbeats surrounding me, I can still know the sound or even play the tune, or nod my head to the rhythm of the one I call “home.” I want to call you home. I want you to be the third house, built on rocks, cemented together, the one that won’t shake or be dismantled by inclement weather. I want you to be fearless with me, to grab my hand and walk through everything with me. I don’t want to be loved like at every second you’re scared to lose me. I want to be love with the confidence of the narcissistic, with the faith of unorthodox Christians. I want to be loved hard and rough with enough trust to fold this planet in half.
I want to be loved bad. But not in the way that everyone assumes to be okay. I want to show you the ways in which I like it done. I want you to do it til I’m satisfied..I want you to trust me, and let it magnify.
I want to be loved in a way that’ll last and without the weight of the past. I want to be loved like whatever we have is fated with an intensity nothing can match.
Love me like I’m a sure thing.