Waiting for a Gentleman
He promises me he is going to come back a GENTLEMAN. I want
so badly to trust that, to trust him. But he wrecked me once. And a GENTLEMAN
doesn’t break things. They don’t ruin pretty girls and make them cry. A
GENTLEMAN treats a lady how a lady should be treated. He holds her at the
highest regard and only wants the best for her. I would like to believe that
something like this is still obtainable, within reach for every woman, not just
me.
My “gentleman” tells me that I’m important, that I’m what he
wants, but who can be sure if that’s really the case. I do suppose that is the
chance I take when giving a MAN a second chance. Something about the
attraction, the connection, makes it worth it to me. It’s goes something like
this, you care so much, your MAN matters so much, you’re willing to overlook
the fact he may not be GENTLE with your heart. There’s also something about the
risk, the adrenaline rush that you get from taking a chance. Standing out there
on that emotional ledge holding your heart right off the edge of the cliff.
Hoping, wishing, praying that if you drop it, he will catch it.