How Does It Feel to Be Chosen?

How does it feel to be chosen?

Not almost chosen.
Not sometimes chosen.
Not chosen only when it’s convenient.

But truly, gently, constantly chosen.

I have always wondered.

What does it feel like to not question where you stand in someone’s life?
To not stare at your phone, waiting for a message that may or may not come? To not rehearse conversations in your head, just to feel a little important? What does it feel like to be someone’s first thought… not an afterthought?

I imagine it feels quiet.

Not the loud kind of love we see in movies.
Not big speeches or grand gestures.

But a soft kind of certainty.

The kind where you don’t have to ask,
“Do you care about me?”
Because you can feel it in the way they show up, every single time.

I wonder what it feels like when someone makes time for you, without you asking.

When they call… just because.
When they remember… without reminders.
When they stay… without being convinced.

What does it feel like when love is not something you have to earn?

No overthinking.
No chasing.
No trying to be “more” just to be enough.

Just… being.

And still being chosen.

I think it must feel safe.

Like exhaling after holding your breath for too long.
Like finally putting your guard down and not regretting it.
Like knowing deep in your bones that you matter.

Not because you proved it.
Not because you begged for it.

But because, to someone, you simply do.

I don’t know this feeling yet.

But I hope, one day, I will.

And if you are reading this, and you don’t know it either
I hope you find it too.

Because being chosen…
should never feel like a question.

It should feel like home.

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This post was previously published on Madhuchhanda Priyadarshini’s blog.

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