I want to be needed by someone who can equally share my silence as they can my throaty laugh at the simplest pleasures. Yes, the obnoxious kind that signifies complete happiness and loss of control. 

I want to be needed and the one he goes to for the support of his body when his limbs are giving out at the weight of the world. When the sadness in his fingertips are burning, I want to be the cool touch of relief he needs so badly. 

In addition to the need, the needing may fall out when its course has run. And thats ok. 

Many women beg for the all or nothing, this vital ultimatum so many men face. And I understand that as well. I do. 

But us women and men, sometimes we need that in-between-i-will-need-you-here-and-now kinda thing. And usually, mostly, at least I think, it will pass. 

And that's okay. 

Accept the need and the love like the grace and wonder that it is, like a river heading down stream; enjoy the flow beneath your feet. Don't grasp things that needn't be held on to. 

Every love story is beautiful- a poem, a short story, a novel. As long as they both need each other with a burning in their core.

And if he doesn't need you? Let him fly. 

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