Do not settle.
Wait for the man who sees you. Calls you beautiful, not hot. Answers your call, even when you hang up first. Stays awake just to witness your breathing, just to honor your existence in real time.
Wait for the man who kisses your forehead and nose. Who shows you off, even when you are unadorned. Who holds your hand in front of the world, without hesitation, without apology.
Wait for the man who reminds you daily—reminds you relentlessly—of your worth, of the rarity of your being, of the luck he carries for having you.
Wait for the man who turns to everyone around him and says with clarity and pride: “…that’s her.”
This is not charm. This is not performance. This is devotion. Presence. Respect. Alignment. This is the kind of love that demands nothing of you but your full self—and honors it completely.
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