All my life, the one thing I always craved for was love. You know, the warm, soft, undeniable love. And I thought I never got it. Until I looked around.
She texted, "are you ok? Do you wanna talk?" When I was drowning in sorrow. Another held me close when I broke down. The third person sent random goodies because she was thinking of me. Another sat me down and asked me whether I was happy, whether she was enough to make me atleast smile. He calls every week just to check in on me. Another reads my long ass messages amidst his busy schedule and takes time to respond. She listens to my long rant voice memos and calls it podcast without even complaining once. Another sends me songs that she loves listening to. Someone else calls me in the middle of night, high as fuck, in a different time zone just to get a birthday wish from me. The tear my mother drops when I say I am in pain. Someone plans a week long trips with me. Another includes me in her wedding plans and asks my opinion before she makes a final call. Someone trusts me enough to tell me their deep dark secrets. Another calls me just to say she loves me.
If all of these aren't love, then what is?
Sure, the kind of love I have always craved for has more to do with romance, but the love my friends and family give me is beyond measure and I think I need to acknowledge it and appreciate them for all that they are and all the time they make me feel special.
Yes, I am loved and I feel truly special. ❤️
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