I want to hear I'm beautiful.
I want to understand.
I want my love to be accepted, not punished.
I want patience, and someone to care for me enough to explain where they're at with me.
I want someone who trusts me, and to feel deserving of that trust.
I question myself often, too often, probably.
I have little doubt in my mind that if I am unfit for love right now, it it because I haven't yet learned to take myself as I am, or be something kinder than my own worst critic.
When someone I care about is upset at me, it's the most painful thing in the world.
I know what I want.
I'm trying to find that place between ideal and and settling, the one called realistic, and I'm just not sure I'll get there.
I hurt.
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