Just wanted to share what I sent to Le Love Image

I realize that I have this insatiable need for attention. I generalize that it’s a natural female trait, but honestly, truth be said, maybe I’m the only one.

Guys are different. I get it.

Someone once said that the difference between males and females can be traced back to early childhood.

Boys, being naturally more competitive, pick up plastic guns and start shooting away. They smash play trucks into the ground and fight with foam swords.

What do girls do? Little girls play dress up and twirl around the living room, hoping to catch an admiring audience. “Look at me daddy! Look at me!”

And I’d agree that we never really change. We transfer the audience from daddy to a willing, innocent guy who can’t help but be captivated by everything that is woman- the curves of our bodies, the softness of our skin, and the laughter that escapes our lips- an inescapable call of the sirens.

They love to look, and we, accursed with ingrained vanity and insecurity, love to be looked upon. Not in perversion, but admiration and awe. We want to be the center of attention, maybe not in all our social circles, but definately around one man.

So now I find myself being “that” girl, that girl who voices out, “Baby can we lay in bed and talk?” “Baby I don’t feel very close to you.” or “Baby I feel like your new motorcycle is stealing attention away from me.”

Yes, I’m that girl. And this thought freezes me in my tracks. How is it possible that men want to feel needed yet they are turned off by needy women?

Does every woman fear what I fear? I’m afraid one day he’s going to look at me, after a steamy argument or too much cuddling and talking and think You’re just too much… and it’s not worth it anymore.

Or the polar opposite fear if I’m not too much to handle… I fear that in the monotony and the drowsy every-day-ness of our joined lives, he will think You’re not enough. I need more.

But somehow, we survive another war of words. Or you survive another romantic period drama, always holding me as I bawl my eyes out. Somehow your love never changes. It is immovable, just as you promised it would be.

And still somehow, (although being addicted to change, I will never understand this) you seem to love the “sameness” I have always feared.

When we were dating, you wanted to know what it would take to win me over. I said, “You can have me if you take away my fears.” And I know God knew I needed an adrenaline junkie because you are the bravest man I know. You don’t know fear.

Every day, every single day, your steadfast love makes me that much closer to being FEARLESS. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, thank you.

“There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear.”