TO BE LOVED
How does it feel to be loved? For someone to understand your unspoken words by looking into your eyes. To memorise your expressions, every curve of your skin. To completely occupy someone’s mind and heart. Perhaps it is how Juliet felt with Romeo or how Rose felt when Jack sacrificed his life to save hers. Or perhaps it is how I would feel if anyone ever made the effort to know me-how I love when it rains, how my music taste chooses me...how my best drink is chilled water, how I squint when I am absent minded, why I hate public transport, the little dance I do while eating food I love, how I laugh at every little thing, how much I love hugs, how my eyes light up when I see someone I like, my little giggles when I’m shy, the birthmark on my eyebrows that I do not like, the color of my eyes, how much I love colouring my hair-. Or if anyone would gaze at me like the sun shines out of my eyes, touch me like I’m a god and you’re on your knees worshiping, kiss me like my mouth is a cha...