I found this little story today as I was thinking about what to write. I had saved it after a breakup a few years ago and it is still timely to this day. I’m not sure who wrote it so I have not given the author proper credit. I don’t have huge lists or unrealistic expectations when it comes to love except – love me, support me through good and bad and just be present. Enjoy.
I deserve a partner who thinks I hung the moon.
I deserve to be with someone who wants to hold my hand as often as possible.
I deserve a partner who will be in awe of my ass in a pencil skirt, who will tell me I am beautiful even when on days I don’t feel like I am.
I deserve to be with someone who is proud to show me off.
I deserve a partner who will celebrate my successes with me, and allow me to celebrate his successes with him.
I deserve to be with someone who can totally respect my politics, my views on religion even if we don’t share the same views.
I deserve to be with someone who, even in the biggest king bed you’ve ever seen, will want to at least have our feet touching.
I deserve a partner who can communicate, like really communicate.
I deserve to be with someone who will take care of me when I am sick or sad or tired.
I deserve a partner who wants to go on adventures with me, wide-eyed.
I deserve to be someone’s #1 teammate.
I deserve a partner who is present, emotionally and physically, more often than not.
I deserve a partner who understands the emotional exhaustion my career can sometimes cause. And at the very least I deserve a partner who wants to hear about my day.
I deserve to be with someone who truly wants to come home to me (every single week/weekend/night, etc) that he can. I deserve to be his favorite.
I deserve a partner who will sneak in quietly if I am napping and put a blanket over me.
I deserve a partner who will leave me a little note with a heart on it for no reason at all. Small gestures mean more to me than large ones.
I deserve a partner who loves me without pretense or doubt.
I deserve a partner that will encourage me to be my best and support me when I am at my worst.
My future partner doesn’t have to be a doctor or a lawyer or a fighter pilot. He doesn’t have to be superman or the President of the United States. He doesn’t have to be 6 foot 2 or a stand-up comedian. He doesn’t need a fancy car or a big salary or to be a certain age. I don’t have a checklist. He just needs to love me more than anyone ever has—he needs to love me to the stars and back. And he needs to be worthy of my love, because I have so very much to give. I may not be sure who the man is, but I know what the love is.
This is what I have learned.