The Missing Piece

A poem: I just want to be loved. I just want to be chosen.

I just want to be loved.

I just want to be chosen.

I just want to be loved and chosen—and trust that it’s given in purity:

irrevocable, dependable, secure, safe, trusting.

Love that doesn’t need definition—just felt, in its unwavering texture.

…

I just want to be loved.

So I seek.

And seek.

And seek.

And seek.

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Is it hiding behind the next swipe?

The fifth kiss on …