oh, to be loved by me…

I’ve always wondered what it feels like to be loved by someone, how they treat me as the one they love, and how it feels to be a part of their beautiful life.
If someone asked me the same thing, my heart would flutter with emotion.
“How does it feel to be loved by me?”
I’d be the person you can always talk to about your feelings. I’d listen to all your stories, from small stuff like, ‘I saw a lone kitten on the road’, to the big things that make your heart heavy like, ‘I felt like giving up on life.’
I’d hold your hand and stroke it gently, hug you warmly, and rub your back while saying, “You matter. I love you and will always love you.”
“Oh, to be loved by me.”
I’d bake cakes for you, and cook your favorite meals using recipes I found online.
I’d always be there to lend a hand if I see you having a tough time. And of course, I’d help you out with a smile on my face.
I’d create playlists for you to listen to when you miss me, and also recommend some movies for you to watch on weekends, or we could watch together while I put my head on your shoulder.
If you find it hard to pick the right outfit for special occasions, I’d gladly lend a hand. And I’ll choose scents that make you shine, hoping everyone’s eyes will be on you, looking enchanting at that moment.
I’d also send you little gifts along with heartfelt letters, each expressing my admiration for you every day.
“Oh, to be loved by me, again.”
When you’re angry because of your boss, a careless driver who bumped into your car, or someone you don’t know yelled at you, I’d always be there to calm you down.
I’d listen to all your stories with eyes that never leave yours, laugh at every joke you make, even if it’s not funny, and gaze with sparkling eyes when you talk about something interesting.
“Do you know how it feels to be loved by me?”
You’d forever be intertwined in my writings; every little thing that happens to us will always find its way into the words I share on many writing platforms.
Your portrait would remain in the random paintings I make, and your presence will always be in my favorite journal as you are my favorite person.
But in the end,
Do you want to be loved by me?