all I want

I hope that loving me is never the hardest thing anyone has to do.

I hope it doesn’t feel like a burden, or something that needs effort just to be sustained. I hope the love I give in return is enough to hold its weight, to make up for the moments when I’m difficult, when I fall short of who I want to be.

I want to believe there’s a kind of love that feels natural, something that flows easily between two people, without either of them having to bend or break to keep it alive.

I hope loving me feels like coming home, not like climbing something steep and exhausting. I hope it’s filled with quiet understanding, shared laughter, and those small, gentle moments that make everything feel worth it.

More than anything, I hope the people who choose to love me never feel the need to second-guess that choice. I hope they find in me something steady, something deep, a love that makes the world feel a little softer.

I hope that, in the end, loving me feels like a gift rather than a sacrifice that had to be convinced it was worth it.