The thing people forget is how good it can feel when you finally set secrets free. Whether good or bad, at least they’re out in the open. And once your secrets are out in the open, you don’t have to hide behind them anymore. The problem with secrets is even when you think you’re in control, you’re not.
If you didn’t know, I am grateful for the times you do apologize, the times you come after me when I’m being stubborn, the times you try to make up for a bad day, and the times you hold me close when I cry. But more importantly, I’m grateful that through it all, you never fail to tell me you love me, even when you’re angry with me.
Nothing on this planet can compare with a woman’s love - it is kind and compassionate, patient and nurturing, generous and sweet and unconditional. Pure. If you are her man, she will walk on water and through a mountain for you, too, no matter how you’ve acted out, no matter what crazy thing you’ve done, no matter the time or demand. If you are her man, she will talk to you until there are any more words left to say, encourage you when you’re at rock bottom and think there just isn’t any way out, hold you in her arms when you’re sick, and laugh with you when you’re up. And if you’re her man and that woman loves you - I mean really loves you? - she will shine you up when you’re dusty, encourage you when you’re down defend you even when she’s not so sure you were right, and hang on your every word, even when you’re not saying anything worth listening to. and no matter what you do, no matter how many times her friends say you’re no good, no matter how many times you slam the door on the relationship, she will give you her very best and then some, and keep right on trying to win over your heart, even when you act like everything she’s done to convinced you she’s The One just isn’t good enough.
That’s a woman’s love - it stands the test of time, logic and all circumstance.
