She just wants to be loved.
She wants someone to come into her world and set it on fire with a flame that will make her glow, not burn. She wants to be with someone who understands her better than he understands himself; she wants someone who will hold her when she cries and be there for her whenever she needs him, whether it’s 3 PM or the middle of the night. She wants someone to share her secrets with and experience life with.
She longs to love. Her heart is overflowing with love; she longs to drown someone else in it. She’ll love him in a way he’s never been loved before; she’ll protect him, she’ll cherish him. He’ll never have to worry about being left alone or wonder if he’s enough, because when she loves, she grabs on and holds for dear life. She gives everything, regardless of whether the other person deserves it or not. She has to. It’s just the way she’s wired.
She just wants to be loved. She wants to be swept off her feet; she dreams of walking into a room and having him pull her into his arms. That’s what she wants: to be held, to be hugged, to be kissed, to be loved. That’s all. She just wants to be loved.