How to Love Me

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Love me without judgment, for I am only human and I am prone to make mistakes. Love me fearlessly and endlessly, while knowing that I love you and that it is you I think about, dream about, can’t live without.

Love me like I’m the only girl on earth. Love me without reason or refrain. Know that loving me is complicated and I know that too. Know that I will do everything I can to love you back, to make you feel as loved as you make me feel.

Love me even when I screw it all up, when I miss the mark, cross the line. When I drink too much and think too much. Love me when my meds run out and I am a ball of sadness on the floor. Hold me and run your fingers through my hair. Tell me that you love me once, twice, again, and again.

Take me out for wine at a crowded bar on Dundas because you know I like it. Make me homemade dinners on occasion with my favourite ingredients and I won’t mind if you make it spicier or saucier because I know you like.

Take me home when it gets heated between us on the rooftop patio because you know I need it. Hold me and caress me. Be gentle and sweet. Make love to me. Fuck me. But only when I beg you to. I beg you to. Fuck me. Fuck me please.

Kiss me like you mean it, like you really mean. Kiss me like you kissed me on the night that we first met. Kiss me like you kissed me the first time we made love. Kiss me like I’m the last girl on earth. Kiss me like you breathe passion instead of air.

Love me like this because you know I love you and you love me. Because you are the person I want to be with forever and ever, because it is you I crave and you who saves me, but it is also you who sets me free. Love me like this because we are young and we have today and right now and nothing else matters. Love me like you’ve always loved me. Love me like you’ll always love me. Love me like you’ll never leave me.

Love me like I never woke up bruised on the bathroom floor the time I drank too much and fell down the stairs and made us leave the birthday party early. Love me like I never threw up all the homemade food you made me because I’m still not better even though you want me to be, so badly. Love me like I never hurt you, like I never said all those things I didn’t mean, because I didn’t mean them and I love you and only you.

Love me like you did the summer we spent aimlessly walking the streets as if the city was ours. Love me like you did the time you surprised me and took me to a romantic hotel in rural Quebec and kissed me amid the candlelight, when the power went out and we were reserved to darkness. Love me like you did that night when we took off all our clothes and discovered new things about each other. New places to love. New ways to love.

Love me without judgment, for I am only human and I am prone to make mistakes. Love me fearlessly and endlessly, while knowing that I love you and that it is you I think about, dream about, can’t live without.

Love me always.

Alice Morrow is a writer, sometimes. She mostly just takes pictures and wastes time in Toronto.

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