the beatiful key

I want a man who can love me for my simple beauty and complex thoughts. I want a man to be able to see that I am worried, and without asking, lean to give me a hug. He reads my body posture from yards away, and knows my mind is filled with thought.

I want a man to be able to look into my eyes, and tell me he knows the truth, my heart and will wait. I want a man to tell me without a doubt, 100 percent, I am the one he wants. If I run away, he will find me, and sit with me, until I have enough courage to love.

I want a man to tell me he loves me under the stars and know that I am the only one who hears those words. I want him to be confident in himself and his love for me, to love me for the mother I am. He can see the special gift I have with children, feeling and healing those with broken hearts, but somehow, unable to mend my own.

I want a man with conviction and character, who when I say, “go away, I need to be alone”, really knows I mean, “stay, be with me I am scared”. I want a man to read foreign subtitles to my favorite movie just so he can impress me. I want a man to know what to get me for my birthday without asking.

I want a man to be ready for me, to have faith in me, to give me a chance to try. He needs to know that I have been stumbling for a while, trying to reach my ground, but I am strong. I have the fortitude to fight for what I need, what I want, if he stands beside me.

I need a man to know that if he can not give me those things, I will walk away. I am not a folder. I am not a possibility. I am a scar on his heart. I am a hand to hold, that when it is gone, his hand longs for. I am that pause that makes him turn around and say, “Don’t go”. I am the thoughts that keep him up at night. I am the uneasiness in his stomach that keeps telling him, “try harder, work harder, stay for her, she is there, just show her”.

Scott, you are that man.