Understand?

My love language is understanding.

It's simple and stupid and compassionate and feels rather impossible at this point.

I think it's been this before I was even born.

I'd say it's physical touch or affirming words but what does any of it boil down to

But that you are known well enough by the other that they know just what you might desire

And give it freely, without reproach?

My family has tried and friends have tried and I will try and fail again and again.

To love me enough that it may finally be fully felt,

Yet even I struggle with granting my own self acceptance.

I love the fact that people try to care for others and do all they can to help and I

Understand this desperation to be loved

In my very bones.

I know it, as it knows me.

I set a path aside from it, leave it to come if it so chooses.

I think the love in fairytales is pretty and simple and blindingly extraordinary

But I think I'd be happy to just have someone

Who looked at me -

All of me -

And beamed like they'd been given the moon in the palm of their hands,

Magic and stardust at their very fingertips.

Simply see me and

Love me anyway

And I'm yours,

I'm yours,

I'm yours...