Want

 I want to feel wanted- not just convenient

I want to feel appreciated- not tolerated

I want to feel cared for- not ignored

I want to feel cherished- not indifferent

I want feel thought of- not forgotten

I want my presence to fill your social meter- not deplete it. 

I want to feel like I matter.  




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