You don’t want a man to save you.
You never have.
You’ve saved yourself a hundred times already.
But you do want to be chosen.
Fully.
Not as an option.
Not as an afterthought.
Not as a temporary high
until something easier comes along.
You want depth.
Intimacy.
Consistency.
You want to be with someone
who doesn’t get scared when things get real.
Who doesn’t run when you show your truth.
Who doesn’t punish you
for being clear about what you want.
You want to be loved in a way
that doesn’t feel like a performance.
A love that sees you, messy, brilliant, raw, whole,
and says, “Yes. You. Just as you are.”
Because you’ve been the one who gives.
The one who understands.
The one who waits patiently,
hoping someone might finally give back
the way you give so freely.
You’ve been the one who holds space.
The one who stays calm.
The one who learns their wounds,
so you can love them better.
But who has done that for you?
Who has sat still with your heart
when it was tender and trembling?
Who has stayed present
when you’ve said, “I don’t want to be strong right now”?
Who has asked, not just what you do,
but what you feel?
You’re not bitter.
You’re just tired.
Tired of being everything
and getting crumbs in return.
You’re not hard to love.
You’ve just outgrown love
that doesn’t know how to hold you.
You don’t want to be impressed.
You want to be understood.
You don’t need someone to chase you.
You need someone who will stay.
You don’t crave chaos.
You crave a calm, steady fire
that burns through pretense
and warms you to your bones.
The man you’re waiting for,
he is not perfect.
But he is available.
Emotionally. Spiritually. Energetically.
He wants to know your mind,
not just your body.
He wants to learn your soul,
not just your smile.
He wants to build with you,
not just borrow your light.
So don’t settle.
Not for someone who only loves you
when you are easy to love.
Not for someone who only stays
when you’re quiet, agreeable, undemanding.
You are not too much.
You are just finally honoring your truth.
And the right man will meet you there.
He won’t run from the intensity.
He’ll recognize it.
Because he’s been waiting for something real, too.
And when you meet,
you’ll know.
Because for the first time,
you won’t have to explain your heart
to someone who speaks its language.
