I absolutely love a man who is sweet to me. I never realized how much I enjoyed it until l’ve become older. Mean/nonchalant/moody men aren’t my type at all.
Sometimes you just want a man to bring his all over to your place and talk to you in a way no man ever has. It be like that. Can he even make it rain on it is the real question? It’s his loss. You’ve done everything that u could do. You’ve said everything that u could say. You’ve compromised for him in ways that you’ve never imagined yourself comprising for any man before. You’ve been patient. You’ve waited. You’ve prayed, and even in the most trying of times you remained loyal and respected him while he wasn’t around. You’ve given him the best parts of you, more than you ever gave anyone else, and that’s enough. If he can’t see it, his loss. Someone else will appreciate you, just can’t say I don’t love you. It don’t get no better than this.
My mind is so programmed to think about how blessed I am and I love that for me. No matter what I’m going through my thoughts always lead me to being grateful. Because I haven’t been faced with ANYTHING that God didn’t bring me out of. A BLESSED GIRL. A GRATEFUL GIRL.
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