“Why do you like it when I claim you as mine?” “Because it makes me feel needed.” “Tell me more,” she says, sinking onto my lap, her hands falling to my chest. “I like knowing I can be of value to you. You’re so independent, so strong, that there are times where I feel like you might not need me.” She twists her lips to the side. “What I heard you say is that in order to feel love from me, you need to feel like you’re needed.”
