**This is an older post I was drafting and forgot to publish. I do love the words and still relate to them
I am a girl. I don’t fancy myself a princess-y type. I’m not a needy girl, I can entertain myself, I make my own money, I take care of the shit I gotta take care of. I like make up and fancy clothes but not every day. I don’t need, or want, diamonds or rings or expensive things. I have a hard time relating to some women…the ones who seek out drama, brow beat their men into submission, or need someone to entertain them, fawn over them, etc. I can figure my own shit out. Thanks tho.
There are times when I wish I could be a fragile girl. Just once, I wish I could be a soft woman who could curl into the comfort of her protector and blindly trust. I wish I had just one protector I could count on; one I could unconditionally trust. A protector that could ease my burden of hurt for even just a moment so I can feel the relief of that missing weight. Trust that that soul would protect me, defend me, keep me safe, and take just one blow so I don’t have to. Just even one time.
That isn’t the way my world works. I am a protector. I protect the people I love. I take the blows so they don’t have to. I put my walls up, guard my heart and plow forward. I’ll take those that need it into my arms and I will love and protect them fully. I will ask for nothing in exchange. I will continue to be the safety net I so desperately wish for.