Attention whore

I feel like I'll never be enough, like I've placed myself in a world where I don’t truly belong, where only God might accept me. Too impure for innocence, yet too pure to be anything else. And every day, I carry that weight on my shoulders, hoping that one day, someone will see me, truly see me, I long for a man who won’t judge my inexperience but will cherish it, who won’t be unsettled by the contradictions within me—the innocence and the desires, the fears and the dreams. Someone who won’t separate love from intimacy, who will want all of me, not just parts. Someone who understands, who doesn’t look down on me because he’s seen more, experienced more.

I want patience, a love that waits for me to bloom at my own pace. I want someone who, when I feel unworthy or lost, reassures me, holds me, tells me everything will be okay. I want attention. I want to be loved, fully, unconditionally, is that too much to ask?