I want to be held, just once, deeply. Wrapped tight in arms that feel careful and sure, holding me like something precious. I need the weight of someone’s warmth anchoring me, grounding my soul against the pull of empty rooms and silent nights. Shadows have learned my name; they call to me, and I need a voice to answer them, someone to whisper back to me, comforting me as I spill out my dreams, my lost hopes. To trace the lines left by my fears, to smooth the scars hidden under my skin. To be held by comfort itself, stitching up the wounds, letting healing come slow. Someone who’ll listen as I release the secrets buried so deep they’ve become part of me. I want to be held, just once, close enough to drown the silence in the sound of your heartbeat.