It's been almost a year now,
Since I left you.
And it's been one of the best years of my life. 
I am a completely different person from who I was then.
And I like it this way. 
I'm sitting in my power now, 
rather than being afraid of it.
And while single life single has treated me well this past year,
the thought of being loved still lingers in the back of my mind, 
everyday. 
I want to be loved,
but not how you loved me. 
The way you loved me made me feel dirty.
Used.
Unworthy. 
No, I want to be love loved. 
The type of love you dream about.
I want to be the apple of somebody's eye.
I want to be the first thing someone thinks about in the morning
and the last thing at night. 
I want the simple things to remind someone of me.
I want to be admired while I work.
I want someone to put in just as much effort as I do. 
I want to be equals,
in every sense of the word. 
I want someone to love me, 
for me.
Someone who will understand and match my weirdness. 
I want someone who will stay awake to look at the moon and watch the meteor showers with me. 
I want to dance in silence with someone.
To achieve my dreams with someone.
To share my life with someone.
I want to be loved,
but not how you loved me.
No, I want to be cherished.
Worshipped.
Admired.
Sought after.
Desired.
Loved.
I want to be loved.
Really loved.