I want your soft, I want your love. I want you calling me "baby" and kissing me awake when I've fallen asleep on you by accident. I want your gentle voice you use on me. I want to cry and be held. I want to stop feeling pain and panic and fear and terror and I want you, the you I love, the you you really are. I want to love you the way I love and to the full extent of how I love. I want you to touch my face gently like you do, wipe my tears away like you do. I want you when you ask me if I want ice cream because I got my dead grandma's chandelier and started crying about it because I was too sad.
I want your soft.
Please bring my home back to me.