I use to love you the way the ocean loves the moon. It's calming, salty waves yearn for the pull of the dim rays of light in the darkness. It needs the moon to comfort and guide each of it's twisty beautiful crashes upon the shore. I use to yearn for your love to pick me up and make me whole again. I needed you to wipe my tears and make me feel strong and beautiful, worthy and intelligent.
But I don't need you anymore.
I don't desperately need you to love me and share every detail of our lives together. I don't need you to pick me up, dust me off and remind me what I am capable of. I don't need your nod of approval and encouragement. I don't need you to fight my battles and protect me under your nurturing wings.
But that's the thing, I don't have to need you. I want you, and that is so much better.
I want you by my side for every twist and turn and adventure. I want you to love me as hard and deep as I love you. I want you to remind me as much as I remind you how special you are and what you deserve. I want you and choose you solely because of who you are and not what I need from you.
Needing you puts boundaries and weakness on something that shouldn't be bound. Wanting you that much more, allows us to grow individually as well as together while being independent instead of codependent.
I need me. I need to love me in order to know my own worth, to pick myself up, and wipe my own tears. And now that I can do that, I don't need you like the ocean needs the moon to pull its beautiful, crashing waves to the shore. I want you like the sand wants the waves to gently kiss its shore, knowing each time it leaves, it'll be back again.