i want to know you
I want to know you warts and all,
I want to know what keeps you up at night,
what makes you laugh.
I want to know the funniest thing you’ve heard and the most hurtful.
I want to know how your week has been and if you cried at all.
I want to know how your voice sounds after youve screamed all night.
To be loved is to be known and i want to love you.
I want to love you quietly as the sun comes up,
Or loudly after a storm.
I want to know what makes you tick and how to make you laugh.
i want to hold you in my arms and when it gets hard, i want to face our demons together.
You fear you arent worthy of my love, as if i dont have a choice,
but im here.
I see you and i still want you.
There’s such a tender clarity in this — the kind of love that isn’t performative, but rooted in the desire to truly see and hold another human being. The way you write about wanting someone’s whole truth, the messy parts and the luminous parts, feels like the kind of love most people crave but rarely articulate. It’s vulnerable without collapsing, soft without losing strength.
You capture that rare thing: love as witness, love as presence, love that says “I stay even after I see everything.” That’s a powerful kind of devotion.
Also — if you have a moment, I just published a new piece I’m trying really hard to get out into the world. It would genuinely mean a lot if you’d read it, and if it lands with you, share it or restack it. I’m aiming high with this one, and your support as a subscriber really matters.
okay we are on the same page emotionally haha this was beautiful :’)