I'm waiting for a kind of love where I don't feel like I'm both too much and too little. One where I feel full, warm, and secure. Love like a home. Love like my favorite soup on a cold rainy night. I want love that's honest, love that's comfortable. Love that strips me bare, and doesn't leave me embarrassed. The kind of feeling humanity collectively yearns for. A true kind of love. 

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