juliajieunkim

Overflowing,
it’s pouring out.
Small moments
of care
and affection—
that you’re thinking
of me,
like you feel comfortable
around me.
It makes my heart flutter.

Then there’s this presence—
a quiet embrace,
like I’m being held
and I don’t need
to do anything.
It wraps around me
like a warm blanket,
or a bowl of warm soup.

When you look at me,
I didn’t know
I’d been waiting
for someone to see me
the way you see me.
It moves me
and makes me feel loved.
The little bit of attention—
seeing you wait for me to answer,
just so you can hear me,
with no agendas
and no outcome,
just to hear me—
gives me hope
there are people like you
who exist.

I didn’t know
I needed this,
so thank you
for showing me
what matters to me.