I Just Want to Be Adored

I don’t want just a glance. I want the kind of gaze that stays, like I’m a piece of art, not just a face. A gaze that falls quiet when they see me, like I just took their breath away. I don’t want someone who only thinks I’m pretty. I want someone who sees the messy parts, the quiet overthinking, and still thinks “God, she’s beautiful.” I want someone who notices the curve of my smile, the light in my eyes, the way my hair falls when I’m not even trying, and adores it. Every inch. Every angle. I want someone who doesn’t just compliment me, but worships the floor I walk on. Someone who looks at me like they’ve never seen anything so beautiful. Because I’m tired of being “nice to look at” but never truly seen. I want to be admired out loud. Not just for who I am inside, but for how I carry beauty without even knowing it. I want someone who adores me like I’m rare. Because I am.