I no longer wish to be loved childishly. I want to be loved with the strength and charm of maturity. I don't want to be smothered by the fear of jealousy and insecurities. I don't want a relationship based solely upon shutting the world out and locking each other in.
I want to be somewhere I can breathe. Where, even in the midst of a million people with a million heartbeats surrounding me, I can still know the sound and nod my head to the rhythm of the One I call "home."
I call you home.
I want you to be fearless with me, to grab my hand and walk through everything with me.
I don't want to be loved like every second you are scared to lose me.
I want to love you hard and rough with enough trust to fold this planet in half. I want you to trust me, and let it magnify. I want to love you in a way that will last, without the weight of the past. I want to be loved in a way that whatever we have is fated, destiny.
I want to love you like a sure thing.
See also the previous Wild Reed posts:
• "There's Light in Love, You See"
• Love at Love's Brightest
• What We Mean by Love
• To Know and Be Known
• The Art of Surrender
• The Choice (and Risk) That Is Love
• The Longing for Love: God's Primal Beatitude
• Passion, Tide and Time
• To Be Held and to Hold
• Liberated to Be Together
• Love as "Quest and Daring and Growth"
• Love as Exploring Vulnerability
• Be Just in My Heart
• The Gravity of Love
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