My Love Letter to my man, or maybe, to anyone still waiting to be chosen right.
Choose your best friend. I can’t emphasize this enough.
Choose the one who makes you laugh so hard your stomach hurts, the one who makes you gasp for air between fits of laughter, begging them to stop because you just can’t breathe.
Choose the one who doesn’t just know you, but sees you, even before you see yourself. My boyfriend somehow knows what I need before I do, and it’s hauntingly beautiful. To be seen that deeply is something I’ll never take for granted.
Choose the one who makes the world stop and turn their heads with an unsubtle, “What the fuck.”
I haven’t touched a door handle since dating this man. I haven’t put on my own jacket ~ he holds it for me to slip in. He opens every door, and holds it with intention. He walks two steps ahead, with his hands in mine, and fuck, it’s a panty soaker. When people stare, I hope they walk away realizing how deeply they deserve to be treated.
Choose the one who isn’t afraid to be silly, to be loud, to be passionate. There is nothing more masculine than a man who embraces his inner child, the one who laughs loud, dances hilariously, and chases you up the stairs.
Choose the one who matches your freak ~ in the sheets, on the counters, wherever life takes you. 😏
Choose the one who writes love letters, post cards or uses any excuse to simply write you their love.
Choose the romantic. The soft kisses, the kitchen dances, the midnight slurpees, the photographs.
Choose the one who listens. Not the one who waits to reply ~ the one who listens to understand. My honey will listen to me for hours, without impatience, without distraction, simply because he loves me enough to care about what’s on my mind, eating me alive.
Choose the one who communicates ~ openly, honestly, and without ego. The one who doesn’t raise their voice to be heard, but knows how to speak to be understood.
Choose the one who wants you to live life fully, to leave an impact and impression. The one who isn’t afraid to break a few rules.
Choose the one who trusts you completely, who never gets jealous, well, unless it’s roleplay. 😜
Choose the one your pet chooses. Trust me, they always know.
Choose the progressive one ~ the one who welcomes growth, even when it’s uncomfortable. The one who’s not afraid to evolve, to question, to learn.
Choose the one who goes to therapy because emotional intelligence isn’t just attractive, it’s everything.
Choose the one who makes your underwear wet, not your eyes from crying.
Choose the one who pushes the cart and knows the cost of groceries. My man knows the sales, walking the aisles like they’re his runway. God, it’s hot.
Choose the one who wants to learn your hobbies, who wants to be part of your world, and lets you be part of theirs.
Choose the one who loves your children, who wants to know them, see them, and be part of their story.
Choose the one who never rushes you when you’re getting ready, the one who wraps their arms around your waist while your curlers are still in and tells you they can’t wait to see your final look.
Choose the one who keeps your favorite treats in their car for “emergencies.”
Choose the one who makes the bed every morning because they know your plate is already full.
Choose the one who can’t walk past you without a playful slap on the butt ~ just to remind you that they see you, even in passing.
Choose the one who shows you off ~ proudly, joyfully, unapologetically.
Choose the one who heals you. The one who settles your nerves instead of setting them off. The one who feels like safety, not someone you have to tiptoe around.
Choose the one who plans date night knowing the importance.
Choose the one whose hug is your favourite place in the whole wide world.
Choose the one who, without question, without hesitation, without fear, chooses you.
Every single day.
Because when love is right, it’s not a performance, it’s peace. It’s laughter. It’s partnership. It’s knowing you’re home, no matter where you stand.
So wonderful you are so happy and content now. It's been forever for you.❤
And where is the woman, the women, who see what you now see? Who recognize what maturity brings into life as elan and awareness? You liberated yourself to fullness, as a woman, mother, lover, partner, friend. As much as many women do remain trapped by male society, so many women remain trapped in themselves all the while some decent men are all around them but cannot be seen b/c the culture tells women to always walk around like they are in a combat zone, hyperalert, fearful, while the men must remain brain-addled boys in grown bodies because pundits and trolls and influencers tell them they must. We live despairingly dis-connected. Yes, the world IS shitty and people can and do suck, but you've found everything that contradicts, and therefore disproves it. Well-done. Carry-on happily at last.