There are desires that are easy to voice: "I want coffee", "I want to go to the sea", "I want a new dress". They are simple, understandable and even a little automatic.
But there are others. Secret ones. Those that are not shouted out loud, not written down in a notebook. They are inside, like a whisper.
For example, when I watch the rain flow down the glass, I suddenly want someone to just sit silently next to me. Not to talk, not to touch - just to be.
I want someone to know my favorite colors, but not because I said so, but because he noticed.
Sometimes I dream of a hug that asks for nothing and understands everything. Of a look that does not seek an answer, because in it there is acceptance.
This is not a whim, not melancholy. It's simple - a secret female desire to be recognized. Not externally, but deeply.