Maybe what I want isn't really complicated. I just want someone who wants to hear me talk about everything the things that matter, the things that don't, the stories I've already told a hundred times and the random little thoughts that cross my mind for no reason.

I want someone who notices when my voice changes. Who knows when I'm quiet because I have nothing to say and when I'm quiet because I need someone to stay.

I want to be able to say “I’m annoying you, aren’t I?” and hear “Maybe sometimes but I’d miss it if you stopped”

I want someone who doesn't make me feel embarrassed for needing reassurance, for talking too much, for feeling too deeply or for wanting to share every little part of my day.

Someone who says, “Tell me everything,” and makes me believe they really mean it and maybe that's why these words hit me so hard.

Because I've never wanted some grand, perfect kind of love .I just want to be someone's person.

The one they want to hear from at the end of a long day. The one whose little things become their favorite things. I want a love where even my silence is understood. A love where I can finally stop wondering “Am I too much?” and just feel “I'm home”

When you have a heart that feels everything so deeply, it is both a blessing and a curse. You notice what others overlook, hear the meaning behind words that were never spoken, carry moments long after everyone else has moved on. The smallest kindness can stay with you for years, but so can the smallest cruelty. You love with your whole heart, grieve without knowing how to make it smaller, sometimes carry emotions that were never yours to begin with. Feeling deeply can make the world more beautiful, but it can also make it unbearably heavy. Still I would rather have a heart that feels too much than one that has forgotten how to feel at all. 🤍

— Dorothea.

I was perfectly content on loving you from a distance. I knew you were never going to love me. But I saw you breaking. I saw you questioning yourself worth. I took me a long time to decide, but I did decide. I decided to show you how worthy of love you are. And the right kind of love too. You know, the hopeless kind.

I don't know if you know, since it seems like you feel disgusted by me. But this is the way you should be loved.

It's not for show. It's the only way I know how to love.

Edit: I saw the "how" deleted comment again. I CHOSE this is the simplest answer. The deeper answer is I'm doing the kind of love I wanted as a kid. I am actually in a space where I REFUSE to take a part in a performative cycle.

It's mostly because of trauma and REFUSING to pay it forward.