I want a love
where, when I cry,
he holds me gently—
not screaming at me,
not telling me what I did wrong,
not turning my tears into a lesson.
Just holding me.
Caressing my head
until the storm inside me
quietly learns how to breathe again.
I want a love
that sometimes feels like
a soft glaze of vanilla—
sweet, warm,
slow and familiar.
And sometimes
like dramatic drum rolls—
loud, passionate,
a little chaotic,
the kind of love that makes
your heart feel too full to contain.
I want a love
where intimacy isn't just touch,
but emotional availability.
Where vulnerability
doesn't feel like a burden.
Where silence isn't uncomfortable.
Where being beside each other
is so


