LOVE

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I want love. But I don't actually want love.

I want someone to hold me when I cry like my mothers warm touch.

I want someone to listen when I talk, not listen, but listen.

I want someone to understand my jokes and laugh at them in a way that boosts my ego just a little.

I want someone to watch movies with me and listen to the comments I make about the characters.

I want someone to hold my hand when tears threaten to fall out my eyes.

I want someone to praise me for my accomplishments and comfort me when I fail.

I want someone to like the movies I watch and laugh with me about them.

I want someone to like space just as much as I do.

I want someone to understand my love for writing like the love is theirs as well.

I want someone to understand my need to talk about anything and nothing at once.

So no, I don't actually want love, I want the concept of it to suffocate me.

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