If you ask me, "What kind of man do you want?" I won't say tall...I won't say rich... I won't say perfect. I'll say, A man who protects my heart. Who makes me feel chosen, every single day. Who never lets silence feel like punishment. Who never makes me doubt my worth. Who never becomes the reason behind my tears. That's it. Not luxury.. Not perfection. Just kindness.Just safety. Just love that feels like home.
He doesn't need a title, a degree, or a bank account. He just needs to be genuine, to be present, and to care. He needs to understand that my heart is fragile, that my trust is earned, and that my love is a gift. He needs to be the one I turn to, the one I lean on, and the one I feel safe with. No grand gestures, no over-the-top declarations. Just a quiet, steady love that says, "I've got you." That's the man I want. The one who sees me, hears me, and loves me for exactly who I am.
It's not about being needy or dependent; it's about being valued and cherished. It's about feeling like I'm home, like I'm exactly where I'm meant to be. It's about having someone who knows me, flaws and all, and still chooses me, still loves me, and still wants me. That's the kind of love that makes life worth living, that makes every day brighter, and that makes every moment sweeter.
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