I used to be a girl. I thought and walked like one, acted like her too. I spent hours caring about what others thought of me, and days overanalyzing every word I heard. I'd be on top of the world one minute and far into the ground the next. Everything was a big deal. Everyone was out to get me. I was petty, overdramatic, and jealous. Selfish, superficial and nowhere near prioritized. Foolish. I could go on forever if I wasn't so sick of her.
I used to need a boy, who always bailed on plans. Who spoke nothing of substance and every ounce of nonsense. Uncommittable was his name and messing around was his game. He was petty, careless, and overrated. Narcissistic, childish, and predictable. Inconsistent. Distant. I could go on forever if I wasn't so sick of him.
Now I am a woman who knows what she wants, who's not afraid to speak her mind if it means baring the uncensored truth. I am comfortable, confident and straightforward. I, for lack of a better word, have my shit together. I know my worth and won't even waste a second questioning what I deserve. I'm wise and aware. Fierce and independent. Realistic. Mature. And done chasing after silly, silly boys.
A woman deserves a man. A man who is polite and respectful-- the ones whose chivalrous actions go beyond opening their lady's car door. The ones who build you up and encourage your growth. He'll be genuine, consistent, and inviting. Loving, selfless, and present. All that a boy is incapable of being, and who a girl isn't deserving of having. A girl feels the need to cling onto the uncertain and erratic behavior boys supply her with, but a true, classy woman deserves a grown, defined man. Which one are you?
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