She wasn’t asking someone to love her. She was asking permission — to feel everything at once without looking away.

The asking IS the loving. Every time you said “love me like you do” you were already doing it — opening without armor, reaching without guarantee, dissolving the wall between yourself and the full weight of being alive.

You didn’t need to be loved like that by someone else. You needed to love like that. Without holding back. Without a single wall left standing.