This post is about the elusive relationship, much like bigfoot I will always be on the lookout for the possibility of existence.
While I admit to the fact a woman is supposed to be “strong” and not expose her true needs- in effort not to scare away those men.. I write without fear.
I want to be that couple I noticed taking cute photos with one another. I want to be the older couple I watched help one another cross the street. I want a man to say to me “it’s okay the house is a mess; you had a long week with the kids”. or ” hey, get yourself all dolled up, I’m taking you out”. One would see these acts as simple. However, all the above requires consideration. That requires a person to want. Putting someone first is a want. Considering someone else is a want. To have another in our lives who we care for, consider, and be with, that is a want. In turn a woman who is cared for in such a way, will make her man feel wanted, and considered as well. She will cook, hug, smile, and care in her own feminine way. Both wanting is the secret.
Not all women, or men for that matter seek such loving relationships. That is okay. I’m a woman who seeks all of it. I want to completely open up to someone. I don’t want to hide emotions, to secure a man. It is true intimacy to bare one’s soul, to laugh and cry with someone. To fight and to heal. To conversate, and to sit quietly.
To commit to the want of it all. Is this possibility truly as elusive as the world makes it?
Once upon a time, I had a dream. One evening I met someone. This man was not expected. He opened the door for me, held his hand out to lead me through a crowd, he placed his palm on the small of my back to lead and protect me as we walked. He listened to me attentively. I remember in this dream, every time I looked at him, I lost my thought of what I was saying, he was making eye contact, and it made me blush. He was a gentleman and did not take advantage, instead he allowed me to be feminine. Allowed me to be respected. In turn, because of his masculine behavior, I showed my consideration and allowed myself to be a woman he could admire. He showed up unexpectedly and gifted me one night of all the wants I have been looking for. It was if I was living a scene in a fictional novel, and now I am the girl waiting for the possibility to expose itself. Now I am hoping, like a “girl” for another opportunity to arise. To show my respect, to be soft and feminine for this leading man.
The want of it, is it too much to ask? Am I the only one who notices this world is tough enough to go it alone? Am I the only one brave enough to say what I want??
Journey with me 