I am the strength of a bold Parisian coffee at sunrise and I will never try to pretend that I’m not. I am one of the wild ones, and no matter how I try to hide that fact, I can’t be anything other than what I am — and that’s okay. I am just as I am supposed to be, magnificently wild in all my chaotic beauty.
I’ve had my heart broken and I never understood why it always seemed to never work out until now…
I don’t need a man, I need a goddamn warrior.
It doesn’t matter if this man drives a jeep or a shiny sports car, and it won’t matter if he wears silk or cotton — it will not even matter if he works in a high-rise or the night shift.
What is going to matter is that when it comes to taking bets on my heart, he is going to be high stakes — all the way.
This warrior of mine will crave my strength and my intensity. He’s going to look at me and not see something to tame but something to just admire. He won’t be someone that I can manipulate or play with, and I won’t even try, because I’m going to love him more because of it.
My fierceness is going to bring him to his knees every single time we lock eyes, but the difference is, he isn’t going to be scared off. No, this time, I will have finally met my match — because too simple of a man just won’t do.
I need someone to match the fire in my eyes with his own. Not only that, but this warrior of mine is going to want to encourage the flames instead of trying to douse them with his own insecurities.
He won’t have to do anything extraordinary to earn my love but he would walk through fire if it meant seeing the smile that I reserve only for him.
The one I seek, is seeking me, too.
I’m sure he’s had failed relationships that have left him wondering if maybe he was meant to be alone for the rest of his journey — and I want to change all of that for him. We have both been traveling along on our separate journeys and have been doing an okay job at it, but that’s about to change.
I’m not going to run this time — my heart has broken before and I’m not used to things working out, but next time it’s going to be different. I will give myself the time and permission to see that.
This warrior needs to see that it’s possible for someone to see all of his will, and still be there when he craves his freedom and ventures off into this world for a bit. I won’t always need to follow him, just as he won’t always follow me. I will always stay wild even when all I want to do is curl up in that spot along his side and forget the rest of the world exists.
I will still let myself wander under the full moon and talk to the stars. I will feel the pull of the wind on my heart and also the sun towards new journeys. Because this warrior of mine is going to love me because of my wild — and he’ll want me to keep it.
We’ll be in this together, this amazing, crazy, chaotic, wonderfully heartbreaking life — because it takes a warrior to love someone like me. And it’s going to take me to show him what real love is.
So I will pack up my insecurities and my ideas about picket fences, because that was never me anyway. I was born knowing that I was destined for more and now is the time for me to see what all those dreams look like.
There will be no stopping a love like I seek and I will hold out as long as it takes. I have hope and I will always give love another try because I know that this particular love is out there seeking me, too.