She wasn’t built to be a little girl. she was born to be a great woman. she was way too smart to be played by those older than her since a young age, too sharp to fall for the kind of hollow love that forms between people only because they are afraid of being alone. she wasn’t born to be a girlfriend. she was born to be a wife.

A girlfriend is a status that people might take as something temporary, something that can end after a year or two and leave no mark. but I bet her heart won’t accept that idea. it won’t accept loving someone for a temporary time, it was never wired that way. she never let somebody in because she was never sold on the idea of talking to someone and then leaving them. she never met a person who made her feel she wanted to keep them, not until she did. her heart is hard to love, and her love is hard to own. and I was the lucky man to have it.

She is now my woman. my one and only. and she wasn’t built for temporary, no. her heart can’t afford that. if she gives, she gives it all. she was built for a lifetime.

She was built to be a great woman. something like the next Marie Curie, a woman who inspires others simply by standing, a woman who faces the injustice in this world without flinching, who keeps fighting and glowing at the same time. but also, as a loving partner. as the safe place a man beaten by life wants to rest in. as the first place someone thinks of when he is tired and the world has been too loud. that has always been her heart, big, and warm. and that cheerful magical smile. my lovely darling is this warm.