i want to go on a date. that wasn't supposed to be poetic either.
i want to feel those butterflies that twelve year old girls feel when they pass by their crush in crowded hallways. i want to put on my earrings slowly and lotion my legs gently. i want put on a fresh coat of nail polish. i want to spend a whole hour doing my makeup so that when he looks at me, he sees magic on my eyelids. i want to put on the kind of lip gloss that makes all my words seem insignificant because he'll be too busy thinking about kissing me. i want to make sure every strand of my hair is laid to perfection so he can take all the credit for messing it up. i want to put heels on so high, they touch the ceiling, get it? i want to get dressed like i'm going to prom and feel beautiful in a vanity mirror. i want him to wait downstairs for me to make a grand entrance and i want to see it in his eyes, that i'm the prettiest girl he's ever seen, even if it is just for one night.
i want to go on a date and feel special.
and i think the problem is that we, as women don't demand that men make us feel that way. we, good women deserve that. why is it okay to search for a king that doesn't make you feel like a queen?
i'm tired of worrying about finding the perfect guy and i'm tired of worrying about marriage. i just want to take it one day at a time. and today, i want to go on a date.
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Sometimes you just wanna look your best and have someone see you as that. Definitely feel this.
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