Gift

I hand him the pathetic me on a plate:
the clingy, demanding, hot-tempered
version of myself, gift-wrapped in
insecurities. And he opens his arms,
closes his eyes, cradles my stubbornness
like a child, and hugs and kisses me
blindly. That is what love does,
he says, that is w h a t l o v e i s.

#bemymuse 4, as requested by @blossomhaiku

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