She wants to be seen. To be recognised. To be understood.
Truly seen, in ways that enable and enamour her. Not just visually seen, but seen through an accepting heart that does not judge. A heart that simply accepts without prejudice or agenda.
She needs to feel the calmness found when someone can run their fingers through her mind and calm her very soul.
Where someone looks at her and sees the conundrum that she is. A power broker of control to those looking at her from the outside. Yet a world of unsure and uncertainty within.
She wants to find that special someone that can recognise and accept that she is both strong and vulnerable. Someone that will understand that at times she needs that safety net that protects her from her own choices, actions and risks taken.
She needs someone to accept her failures and flaws as much as they accept her submission and strength. Someone that can protect her and love her, especially in those times when she cannot find ways to even love herself.
She wants to be claimed, conquered and owned by the one whose actions speak louder than their words alone. She wants to give up her need to fight and constantly have to defend herself from the world and environment around her.
She wants to be noticed, to be seen, but most importantly, she wants to be understood and accepted…
