oh, to be loved at my lowest. to be loved not only when i look beautiful, when i wear red lipstick, or when i dress up nicely, but also when i have no makeup on, when my hair is messy, when i'm quiet, and when i don't have the strength to pretend i'm okay. to be loved on the days i overthink, cry for no reason, and just want to be alone. to be loved by someone who can sit with me in silence and still choose to stay, someone who doesn't leave when i'm sad, moody, or hard to understand. anyone can love me when i'm happy and everything looks perfect, but oh, to be loved when i'm unsure of myself, when i'm weak, and when i'm far from my best.