Wait for the man that sees you. Not only your beauty, but also your scars.
Wait for the man that listens. Not just about your day, but also about where your pain lies.
Wait for the man that honours you. Not only with his words, but also with his actions.
Wait for the man that kisses you gently on the forehead. Not because it’s become a habit, but because he understands your craving for security.
Wait for the man that loves you fearlessly. Not because he himself is brave, but because he sees your fear and longs to lead you to safety.
Wait for the man that uses your insecurities as knowledge rather than ammunition. Not because it gives him power, but because he wants to learn how to love you better.
Wait for the man who is quick to disarm you when your fear is disguised as anger. Not because he thinks that you are weak, but because he knows that you are tired of pretending to be strong.
Wait for the man whose love has no conditions and no expiration date, because life is too short to settle for anything less.
Wait for him.