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A vulnerable plea for reassurance in a love that feels one-sided. |
| Tell me all the ways you need me— in the quiet between your breaths, in the space your pride won’t cross. Tell me I’m the hand you reach for when the world gets too heavy, the voice that steadies your storm. Tell me you crave my chaos, the fire in my ribs, the softness I only show when the lights are low and the truth is louder than fear. Tell me you need my stubborn love, the way I stay, the way I fight, the way I see through you and choose you anyway. Tell me I’m not just a habit— not just heat in the dark— but the home your heart keeps trying to return to. Tell me all the ways you need me… so I know I’m not the only one standing here bare. |