These days? Honesty. Respect. The grace to be an imperfect creature. I want love, but don’t expect it, per se. Too often, I actually expect people to hurt me. I expect to be used as a means to an end. I didn’t used to be that way, though. Really, I didn’t. As I got older, I started to see the ways in which people, including myself, can treat relationships like business transactions. Like an exchange of products. Bodies, emotions, time, the list goes on and on.
I don’t want to (have to) expect that anymore. I’m learning to trust again. I’m trying.