I am a hopeless romantic. I love it when a man holds the door open for me, pulls my chair out at the table and on occasion orders my dinner because he knows me so well. I like holding hands when we are walking down the street, when he holds the umbrella in the rain and offers me his jacket if I am cold. I like the flowers just because he thought of me during the day, the calls or text messages of nothing in particular; he just thought of something, saw something or heard something that reminded him of me. I love when he says, "you smell good" or "you look nice today". When he stares at me a little longer than usual as if he is seeing me for the first time. When we can coexist in the same space without conversation. My heart smiles because he knows how I like my tea and brings it to me at the right time. When we can respect each other opinions, disagree and move on. When he sees me; his kisses take my breath away and his eyes shows me how much he missed me.
I am a hopeless romantic. I am going to stand in front of him and reveal the real me. I am going to remove my jewelery because the bling may give him the impression that I am in it for the money. I am going to remove my sweater because his hugs are going to keep me warm. I will remove my pants because I believe a man should be a man by wearing the pants in a relationship. I will remove my bra and panties to expose the most intimate of my secrets. As I stand in front of him with nothing but my 4 inch stilettos on he will see me for me. I will be at my most vulnerable; I will say without saying.. "pick me, choose me".
I am going to stand in front of him with my 4 inch stilettos on standing tall, standing free and standing on a solid foundation because those are the one pair of shoes that will begin the change in my life.
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