I want a desk by the window with flowers sitting on top; a photograph of my dog and I at the park. I want quiet and the ability to think and process information. I want to feel comfortable walking around without my bra on and a makeup-less face. I want to cook whenever I want and exercise whenever I want. I want to be a stay-at-home-mother and enjoy raising my children. I am approaching twenty and I want life to be fabulous wherever I may be within the next year. Is that too much to ask for?
I don't want to stare at my phone waiting for you to call me back. I want to know that you will be there even when I put up a fuss. I want you to bring me a good chick-flick, chocolate and a bouquet of flowers when I am on my period. I want you to cuddle with me before and after we have sex. I want you boast my presence when we are out in public. I want you to love me even if I'm being a bitch. Is that too much to ask for?
It seems as though I've arrived at the understanding that women do just need more. We need more emotionally and we need to understand that we are loved and worth the extra fifteen miles for a hug in the middle of the road. But when is it too much?
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