when a man is humble in who he is but confident in what he can do. someone that can make me laugh really hard. the way men smoke cigarettes out moving car windows. the way they stand up out of a bath. and how they dry off their face first so you can sneak peeks at everything else. a man that holds your jaw when he kisses you & touches your legs when you drive. a man that lets you sleep on his chest and pets your hair. a man that likes to spend quality time between your thighs. someone that tells me what to do once in awhile. i like a man that argues fair and even a little lenient, that doesn’t shout, just grabs you by the waist and says “listen to me”. that right there, will solve anything.
when a man thinks he’s the shit but isn’t capable of a single damn thing. someone that tries to be funny. the way some men chew food like basset hound puppies. the way some men feel strange walking around naked and only feel right when their dick is on high alert. a man that kisses you like it doesn’t mean anything and texts on his phone the entire time you’re driving. a man that lets you fall asleep alone and pets your hair for like….2 seconds…and only because you had to ask. a man that doesn’t think you’re pretty between the legs. someone that tells me what to do. i hate men that try to prove a point that’s null and void and scream and beg. that right there, will make me leave.
You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery store, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.
You must remember when she forgets.
You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.
She remembers when you forget.
You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.
You must learn her.
You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.
You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.