“What kind of attention did you want from me?” All of it. Undivided. Love. Understanding. I want him to see me and still look at me because I’m worthy of being looked at. I want him to look under my mask and understand why I wear it. I want him to notice me because every outward part of me shows the truth of all the inward parts of me, and then I want him to peel my layers back and still give me all his attention because the mess he finds underneath is still worth it.
