While I was lulling myself to sleep, everything I thought of what I was going to be was running in my head.
I know what he truly wants.
He wants a woman, not a girl.
A woman that he could call His. The Lover, Friend, Companion, Mate, Buddy.
A woman, not necessarily independent, who can stand on her own and can take care of herself.
A woman who knows that she is beautiful without constant reassurance from him that she truly is beautiful.
One who does not cry over petty things and would not need answer to stupid thoughts.
One who does not cry mind if he goes out with his friends, or family. And would allow him to have a separate world, because she too has her own life. She knows how to decide on her own.
A woman who can be childlike, crazy playing video games, but is also sexy and ladylike.
A woman who is honest and devoted.
Love that is nourished with understanding, long talks, long walks and planning.
Perhaps this woman may not be born yet. This is not even the exact description of me. But if he truly loves me, he would accept that there would be qualities that would deviate from what he truly wants. What he truly loves, would matter than what he may wanted to have.
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