We’re the invisible ones. When someone walks into a room, their gaze floats right over us. There’s no pause, not even for a fraction of a second. Their breath doesn’t hitch in their throat, their heart doesn’t beat a little faster than before. There’s no change.
The entirety of me is not easily swallowed. I am a jigsaw, a complexity, a meal with endless courses. That is to say, I need a lover who loves hard. A lover who loves wholly, who embraces my flaws and cherishes my shortcomings as well as my strengths.