I am a woman, and just like
every other regular woman, I long for a man; I long to be loved, held and cared
for. A man who will always be there for me as I will always be there for him; a
man who does not agree easily to all my opinions but takes stand and defends
what he believes in but still keeps an open mind.
A man who does not surrender to my every whims and wishes
but pampers me enough to make me feel special. A man who is capable of
understanding my complexity – or at least try to understand it – but also gives
me a chance to understand him back.
A man who gives me room to grow by not forbidding me to
meet new friends and permits me to get close to other people but gets jealous
enough to not make me leave his side; a man who understands that what we both
have is something special and that no other person can ever mimic or even come
close to that special something between us.
A man who is different from me to “spice things up” but is
the same with me in some aspects so that we may have a common ground. A man who
talks to me about his ideas and problems but also knows how to listen when I in
return need to be listened to.
Above all, a man who loves me for my ability to think
maturely and act calm but loves me even more for through my weirdness and
eccentricities; not to be afraid when he witnesses the demons in my soul, not
flinch when introduced to the voices in my head and not give up on me when he
discovers the skeletons in my closet.
I know very well that these may be too much to ask. I guess
what I really want, and more importantly what I need, in simplest terms is to
be accepted for who I am and be loved for who I am not.
That is my man, a wonderful concoction of a lover and a
friend. So, have I found him yet? I think that depends on how you see it. I’m
not saying that I have and not telling that I haven’t. I, for all my notions of
love and of fairytales am entitled to keep a little secret and nurse a little
mystery.♥☺♥
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