I want to be his friend, his lover and his confidant. I want him to feel as if he can talk to me about anything and everything. I want to him to know that sometimes there are no words needed and we can just be silent without it being a problem. I want to there for him, encourage him and pray for him maybe even more than I pray for myself. I want to see the God in him as he in me.
I want a selfless kind of love. I want the kind of love that is worth fighting for. I want the kind that requires immediate and constant attention. I want the kind that makes you wanna disagree so that we can come to agree. I want the kind of love that is hard but doesn’t hurt. I want the kind of love that is full of passion and some pain. I want the kind that weathers the storm and keeps us focused.
I want love. I want patience. I want devotion. I want passion and romance. I want peace. I want friendship. I want kindness. I want backbone. I want communication. I want good eye contact. I want growth. I want anticipation. I want spontaneity. I want fire and desire. I want pleasure. I want emotional, physical and mental penetration. I want satisfaction. I want compatibility and accountability. I want respect and fidelity. I want humor. I want sympathy/empathy and concern. I want to be supported and taken care of. I want balance. I want to be wanted. I want good, enjoyable and consistent sex often. I want monogamy. I want it all and it doesn't have to be in that order with even a little more.
I want to spend my life with him. I want to be able to smell him when he’s not around and reach him when he is close. I want to wake up next to him and smile. I want to be the one. I want to be the only. I want to be the last thing on his mind. I want to go to sleep in his arms almost every night. I want to be able to feel his eyes on me from a distance. I want to hug him as often as possible. I want to kiss him. I want to be able to have moments where I touch him there and there and here and there and oh yes, right there. I want us to cherish our time apart just so we can come together or even cum together. I want it to feel like the first time each and every time or at least every 3rd, 4th or 5th time.
I want to have the ability to miss him when he is away. Have the ability to grow when we are together. I want to be on the same page but be able to turn the page – together. I want to be able to set aside my issues and imperfections so there is enough room for him in my heart. I want be able to understand him when the weight of the world is on his shoulders. I want him to know that I am there to share some of the load. I want him to know that he is never alone and that I will always be there as long as he allows me to be. I want him to allow me to be.
I want to be able to complete his sentences. I want to be his period, exclamation point and even his comma. I want us to be poetry in motion. I want us to be more than a beautiful haiku, romantic sonnet or a smooth ballad. I want us to be the combined words that create something wonderful.
I want to be the melody in his tune and the inspiration of his art while being the motivation of his desires. I want him to know that I am in his corner (his front and his back). I want to know that he knows that I am his #1 fan, his supporter and his encourager. I want to be the one that made him comfortable enough to stop being an I and want to be a “we”.
I want to continue to be patient until we cross paths. I want to continue working on being everything that he will need me to be for we. I want to be the woman that God has intended me to be. I want to know the moment when he realizes that I am his one. I want to be his chosen one. I want him to be confident in his choice. I want him to be able to hear God when he says, I created her for you.
I want to be able to wait for all that I want. I want to be content with my expectations of want. I want to continue to learn more of what I want. I want to not mind wanting...
Damn, this is a helluva want.