Chasing Sunsets: Yearning for a Love That Transforms

“I don’t want a love that dims me. I want to be his horizon.” —Elowen

I said it aloud like a spell breaking loose. “Ladies,” I told them, fire beneath the softness, “I finally know what I need.”

It’s not small love. It’s not convenient affection or fleeting interest. I crave the kind that steals your breath and gives it back holy. I want to be wanted—not for comfort, but with reverence. With urgency. Like oxygen.

I want a love that looks at me the way the sun looks at the sea before surrender— knowing it’s about to vanish, and still burning to stay. To be felt the way the last light bleeds into skin. To be seen in that hush before dark, when the sky is all flame and no apology.

Don’t just miss me when I’m gone. Crave me while I’m standing in front of you. Like the first scent of rain on dry earth. Like the way silence hums when bodies almost meet. I want the kind of desire that doesn’t blink when I offer everything. The kind that doesn’t just pull me closer—but stays close.

This is not about being saved. It’s about being undone. About finding someone who tastes the hunger in me and answers it without flinching. Who doesn’t shrink from the fire— but kneels to it.

Let the world say I’m too much. Let them call it dramatic, too deep, too intense. But if you’ve ever stood in the middle of a sunset and felt your chest ache from the beauty of it, then you understand.

I chase that. Because somewhere in that heat, that hush, that holy hunger— is the love I refuse to give up on.

Elowen’s whisper: “The kind of love I crave doesn’t set—it deepens. Like dusk holding its breath before night fully arrives.”

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This piece is protected—not to dim the want, but to honor the one who burns for more than touch.
Elowen stands here—bare-skinned in the light, unflinching, unbeckoned, unforgettable.
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