I Want To Be Chosen Without Asking

The other day, I caught myself typing a message I never sent.

It was something small, nothing dramatic just me wanting to say, “Do you think of me too?”

I stared at the blinking cursor. My thumb hovered over the send button. And then I erased it.

Because what I wanted wasn’t an answer. What I wanted was proof proof that I mattered enough without having to ask.

There’s a quiet ache in that, isn’t there? The wish to be picked, remembered, chosen freely, without reminders, without hints, without having to explain what we need.

It feels different when you have to spell it out. When you have to say, “I need you to care,” or “I want you to stay.”

It turns love into a request instead of a gift.

And deep down, I think all of us want to be someone’s first thought, not their afterthought. To be chosen in the small, ordinary ways an unprompted call, a saved seat, a hand reaching for ours without hesitation.

I’ve learned that asking isn’t weakness. It’s honesty. It’s survival, sometimes. But I still long for the moments where I don’t have to.

Because being chosen without asking feels like being seen. It feels like someone noticed you, the way you notice a song in the background you didn’t know you needed to hear until it played.

And maybe that’s the quiet truth most of us aren’t asking to be loved loudly. We just want to be chosen softly, willingly, without conditions.

I don’t know if that’s rare or if it only feels rare. But it’s what I keep waiting for.

And maybe… what you’re waiting for too.