I want you to want me, but I''ll love you regardless

I crave the idea of holding you tight in my arms,
and you holding me tight in yours.
The simplicity of a domestic life,
where happiness appears in chores.

I want to see a life where you are with me,
in my space as much as you are in my head.
Some place where you choose to be close,
where you'll choose to sleep in my bed.

I look at you and feel lighter,
my anxieties alleviated for the moment.
The air in my lungs sings a song,
and I think I can finally belong.

I don't think you see me the same,
but the desire stays.
It haunts my thoughts,
putting me in a daze.