I am a modern woman, a strong woman.
I pay my own way, I handle my own problems.
But I am still a woman.
I want to be pursued.
I want to be courted.
I need to take care of my family and dote on the ones that I love.
But I still want to be desired.
I want to be wanted.
I long to be held gently as I fall asleep and loved desperately as I awake.
The emotions that you read in my face at any given moment are only a fraction of what I feel inside my heart.
Pain. Happiness. Desire. Sadness.
I will always have moments of perfect clarity and moments of hormonal chaos.
I will need you to pretend like you always understand.
I am a woman,
And I am waiting for you.