I want you to look at me and feel that overwhelming, fierce, protective, all consuming love that a parent feels for their newborn. I want to be able to look at you and see that reflected back at me in your gaze. To see the softness, the tenderness, in your face. To lock eyes and instantly feel that connection that tells every nerve ending throughout my body that I am deeply and unconditionally loved and cherished. An experience that is so completely foreign.
The longing and yearning for it is almost as painful as knowing I never will get it. Almost.