Lately, it’s been pondering on my mind how it feels to be loved. Not the “oh! i’ve got a family who loves me” or, the “I’m loved at home” kind of being “loved”. Cause’ understably, we all ought to have been loved at home and, have shared a close relationship with each of our relatives.

The type of being “desired to be loved” resides in the part where you feel close connection with a complete new person who’s not entirely family related to you but, could be someone who met at the cafeteria, at a sport centre, at a club, or at a random place and, immediately, you feel a sense of connection with that person.

The connection doesn’t teleport itself, of course but, happens as a result of close eye contact; one so intense that, either of you wants to withdraw from staring at each other. And, the type of being loved that resides in, getting to be cared for and, understood by another person. Someone who finds your plight not as a form of disturbance but, as a form of wanting a shoulder to lie on and getting the weight off yourself.

The type where your voice gets too eager to hear of than seen as a noise by the latter; the type of being desired to be loved by someone who finds and projects the right energy to you and, least see you as the wrong person in their life.

The type of being “desired to be loved” that resides in constant communication where your feelings gets to be heard, your opinions gets a chance to be openly expressed rather than suppressed; the type of love that, there’s instant understanding of your needs/wants and, a shared perceived feeling whenever something dosen’t feel right with you.

The type that wants to know your favourite love language, your perks and peefs, and your desires and dreams; the type where you both go for a walk, not to be lost without one another but, to be lost in each other world and, close feelings to be feel known rather than alone.

A type with someone whom you can call “home” rather than, a wilderness where fears echoes; the type where loneliness feels foreign and, each moment feel the need to be relive again. The desired feeling to want each other and, rather push each other away, you feel drawn to them.

The one that gets to fill with butterflies in your belle at the sight of them and, the type where you feel “My prayers did get answered.” The constant one that, gets you on your bed rethinking how your day went with them and, how it would have gone without them. The type where you reread the previous texts, the two weeks texts and, keep you at the edge dreaming of them.

The “desired to be loved”, where your presence feels so calming than, perceived chaos by the latter. The kind that feels like no other kind.

Cupid.