I want to love and be loved intensely and unconditionally, with every fiber of my being and his. I want to be so vulnerable that I would be devastated by the loss. I want to give every part of me and have him take all of it and want more. I want to take all of him, his insecurities, his fears, his pain and loneliness.
It’s easy to share happiness. The world loves happy people and wants to have some spilled on them. But I want the ugliness too. It can’t stay hidden, locked away for no one to see. It festers in the dark, and leads to more insecurity and ultimately to distance.

I can’t close off part of me and still feel whole. I can’t pretend everything’s fine when it’s not. I need to be able to show all of me without concern. And I want that back. I need that back.
He won’t just tolerate my flaws and imperfections but will embrace them as part of the package. He will want to share himself fully with me for the same reasons.

There won’t be any need to hide away who he really is. He will be able to push past the fear of rejection and show me his dark side, trusting that I won’t turn away but will open my arms and embrace him.
He won’t say that he doesn’t like that part of me and wishes I weren’t the person that I am. He won’t hold my suffering against me as a sign of weakness. He won’t pity me and look down on me as less of a person.

He will hold me in his arms, wrinkles and flab and tears and all, and just love me. And he will let me love him too.