I want him to be afraid of losing me. This does not mean that. I want him to live without me. I don t want him to dissolve in me. There should be two of us. But I want to be significant, to be a part of his life. Yes, all the same. I want him to shake at the thought that I can leave. I want him not to let me go. I want him to endure my tantrums, by the way, I m that hysterical. He can freak out, leave, yell, break everything that is around, but not leave me. I want him to step over himself, his pride, for me, so that he could be the first to ask for forgiveness, even if he is not guilty. Not because I am proud, but because, he is a man, and I am a little girl.
I want him to remind me all the time that I am the most beautiful, and the best and most beloved. I want him to take care of me, that he would scold me for walking barefoot in the winter without a hat and walking barefoot at home. In general, I just want him to make me happy. In turn, I will be his support. I, too, will endure all his tantrums, and I, too, will step over myself, and even more often than he. I will give in to him if it is necessary, and I will always be there, in any situation. I will believe in him and I will support him. I will always be on his side, behind his back, but if necessary, I will become his wall. After all, even men, there are moments of weakness, even among the most courageous and strongest. I will give him complete freedom, he will always have a choice, and whatever it is, I will respect this choice, because I will trust my man. I will do everything in my power to make him a happy person. But, I will never forgive him for betrayal, never, for anything. I will love him madly, but I will love myself more.