To be loved is to be seen

There is nothing i adore more than descriptive compliments. Quite a few complimets i have ever recieved were mostly regarding my appearance, but never regarding me as a person. Everytime i have the chance to compliment someone, i always tell them that they remind me a specific thing. A character, a song, a color, quite literally anything that comes to my mind when i see them. 

Perhaps this is one of my love languages? I love giving people compliments and see a smile on their face because of it. Maybe this has to do with the way i want to be percieved as well. I wish to be seen for who

I really am.