It's like magic.
The way you take someone as broken as me and fix me.
How you make me feel so safe just by touching me.
But it's the good kind of touch.
Letting me know you won't be like those other people and hurt me.
The difference: You want me to feel safe in your arms.
I'm not being used for your pleasure.
You want me.
And I'm still trying to process that.
I am wanted by someone.
To be loved.
No more midnight photos to satisfy his cravings.
You don't touch to hurt.
And it's relieving.
And magical.
To be loved.
