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May 19, 2016

Fight for Her.

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She is a breathtaking woman—a strong masterpiece of ethereal stardust magic and gritty beads of sweaty real.

She knows who she is. She knows, finally, what she needs.

And she won’t stand for a one foot in, one foot out, tiny trace of a relationship based on shifty, half-hearted truths.

She wants—no—she shamelessly demands the real thing. A real, juicy love—a strong partnership built to last.

Nothing less will do.

If you want her, if you’ve come to care deeply about this enchanting woman, if you feel inspired to claim her raw heart, then let the juicy pulses of her rhythmic heartbeats spring yours to vibrant technicolor life—

Step up, like the wonderful soul you are—

And fight for her.

Fight for her, with your whole goddamn heart.

Tell her just how much you care, how much you appreciate having her in your life.

Show up for her in joy, in side-splitting laughter, in pain, in the harrowing depths of loss.

Keep your word.

Call when you say you’ll call.

Be there when you say you’ll be there—be there, with your open, dripping heart. And yes, oh yes—she will proudly do the same for you.

It’s simple—she won’t stand for a one foot in, one foot out, tiny trace of a relationship based on shifty half-hearted truths.

Because she notices.

She notices when you subtly put her dead-last, when you’re not really there, when you don’t listen to her words as they dance out of her mouth like monarch butterflies longing to be heard.

She notices when you say a lot of beautiful, romantic sh*t—but never actually do any of it. She notices when you conveniently dodge questions about your future together.

And she knows who she is. She knows, finally, what she needs. When she closes her eyes, she sees a crystal-clear vision of what she wants her life to look like.

Do you fit into that future?

If yes, if you want to walk through life’s wild peaks and valleys alongside this luscious lady—

Fight for her.

Fight for her with a sword of honesty, with an axe of vulnerability, with the heart-splintering truth of how you really feel, what you really need, with your deepest sun-soaked hopes of what beauty this relationship could be.

Don’t hold back. Don’t f*cking tiptoe. Hold her dangerously close, and kiss her like you really mean it.

Fight for her with your whole goddamn heart.

She will fight just as fiercely, for you.

Because this woman, she’s looking for the real, raw, delicious thing. A true partner in crime. A love that’s brave enough to be all in. A love ballsy enough to meet her in the madness, travel to the pulsating, ripe center of beauty, taste the pain, the art, the gritty truth, the uproarious laughter—all the dripping kaleidoscope flavors this life has to offer.

And she can see right through the ones who just won’t cut it. She can see through the empty promises, the lackluster uncertainty, the subtle undertow of clever manipulations.

She has no interest in partners who say they are real, but the bitter stench of their indifference and apathy ultimately gives them away as frauds, as game-players, as wildly emotionally unavailable hearts.

She’s been taken in by these tricks too many times to fall for them ever again.

She’s too often given herself away like cheap candy, serving her heart on a silver platter to lovers who hadn’t a clue how to hold her with care, as they thoughtlessly chewed her up and spat her out.

Not f*cking anymore.

So if you can’t really be there, if you won’t put in the effort, if you’re going to try to string her along—she will walk away. She values herself. She knows where the door is—she’s unafraid to use her legs and leave, never to return again. And no, it’s not an empty threat, it’s the looming reality.

But if you crave something real, with a real, fire-breathing dragon of a jeweled woman who’s just as intensely wonderful as you are—you’re gonna have to step up.

You’re gonna have to fight for her.

Fight for her before it’s too late, because there will be a moment on the clicking clock, when it’ll be too late.

She wants—no—she shamelessly demands the real thing. A juicy love that melds two spirits together—a rock-solid, powerful partnership. If you long for this too, if you’ve been longing for this your whole life, step up.

Fight for her.

Fight for this blooming love. Fight for something inspiring, delicious and soul-defyingly real. Fight for her heart, with your whole goddamn heart.

Don’t just sit there, shrugging your shoulders, hoping for the best, praying she won’t leave.

Stand up—and fight for her.

Fight for her with a sword of honesty, with an axe of vulnerability, with the heart-splintering truth of how you really feel, what you really need, with your deepest sun-soaked hopes of what beauty this relationship could be.

Fight for her with your whole goddamn heart.

She will fight just as fiercely, for you.

She will joyously put in the effort to make this love sturdy, rooted, magnificent as an ever-blooming masterpiece.

Will you?

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Author: Sarah Harvey

Editor: Yoli Ramazzina

Photo: Flickr/Mateus Lunardi Dutra

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