Sometimes it’s not about what you do for me… it’s about who you are. This piece hit me right in the chest. It’s soft. Intimate. Honest. A vulnerable confession from someone who loves not just the strength and dominance—but the fragility, too. A reminder that being wanted means being seen. All of you. The beautiful, the messy, the real. Written with such tenderness by u/Mipha13, this short narrative is a love letter to the perfectly imperfect. And if you’ve ever needed to hear that you’re wanted for more than just the highlights… This one’s for you.