Everyone wants to feel loved,
In every whisper, every touch, every song that stirs the soul.
To be wrapped in the warmth of parents who dote on them,
To laugh with friends who make the world feel lighter,
To taste the sweetness of their favorite ice cream on a quiet afternoon,
To sing songs with those they cherish, and know they’re not alone.

But I want to feel loved, too.
Not just in the easy moments,
But in the broken ones,
When the weight of the world presses too heavy on my chest.
I want to be touched without fear,
To feel safe in hands that won’t hurt me,
To not flinch when voices rise,
To not carry the burden of feeling like I’m the one at fault,
To stop believing I am too much, or not enough,
To stop feeling like I’m the problem,
In every relationship I build.

I want to feel loved, too.
Not for what I can give,
But for who I am—
With my scars, with my fears,
With the parts of me that still tremble in silence.
I want to feel seen,
Not in fragments, but as a whole,
Loved for all the things I’ve hidden,
For the parts I’ve been too afraid to share.

I want to feel love that stays,
That holds me when I can’t hold myself,
That whispers in the quiet, *You are enough,*
Even when I don’t believe it.
I want love that is steady,
That doesn’t vanish when I’m at my lowest,
A love that says, *You are worthy,*
Even when I don’t know how to believe it myself.

I want to feel loved, too.