Underrated Love Language: Curiosity

My notebook from yesterday

I’ve never felt more loved than when somebody wonders. When they wonder about my hopes and dreams, my past, my day, my meals, anything really. When you take the time to wonder about me, I feel truly seen. I’d like to think there’s a lot to uncover if you linger enough to do so. I’d like to think there’s a million layers to peel off delicately.

I noticed this recently. When I was feeling down and my best friends noticed before I did. Over the years, they’ve collected so many little things about myself that they’ll know things about me that I’m yet to discover. They know when I’m uncomfortable in a room because of a thing I’ll do with my hands. They’ll know my fake smile from a real one before its fully formed. They know when I should be left alone and when I just need a good hug. I’m really lucky for that. It’s a euphoric feeling to be known the way I am.

Them and I smiling

So, ask. Ask that special person every little thing and soak up as much as you can of them. It is an irreplaceable feeling to know that someone is looking not just at you, but into you. That the surface details just aren’t enough. That they’re hungry for more. That if they could reach into your brain, they would, simply in hopes of understanding you.

When I love someone, I want to know. I want to know all that makes you smile so that I may become that for you. Know all that makes you sad so that we fix it together. Know all your hopes so we can achieve them.

There’s great delight in sitting in front of somebody and knowing that they wholeheartedly care for all that you have to say. They’ll bring up the smallest detail from that one random day and you’ll suddenly feel that rush. The rush that fulfills your body because you know you’re in the right place with the right person that won’t let your words go to waste. They’ll overanalyze every little thing you have to say. And treasure it.

And I think that’s how you know.

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