The Perfect Guy - Poem by Brittany Brown
From the time we are able to understand what a husband is and suppose to do, we start evaluating our perfect one.
Most of the time society dictates your expectations of a husband.
He must be handsome, smart, rich, and all around great.
Reality sets in and you began to see that not one single person possess all those qualities.
Simply because he is man.
Reverse things and think what if every guy expected the same?
I remember when I was dating and everyone I dated, my family was extremely judgemental toward them.
I remember always doubting each of them from the doubts my family had for them.
I had been hurt by the ones my family approved of and I let down those I let my family doubts ruin us.
Finally I found my husband, I finally tuned out others and went with my own expectations which I had to finally trust.
It wasn't his looks or his smarts that got me.
It was that he accepted me as I was and loved me for that.
While I sorted out myself, he patiently sat.
Yes we argued and had close calls but he always showed me how we needed eachother even when we both felt like walking away.
It was that I could tell he loved me and he never even had to say but he did anyway.
He always made me laugh over the craziest things each and every day.
It's helping me open a jar, and jokingly insulting my strength.
It's buying me a gift and always ruining surprises because of hints.
It's always getting home late and come lay in the bed just to talk, no matter how bad I want to sleep.
It's confiding in him with all my secrets and he always keeps.
It's singing every morning and waking me up, on my days off, but always make sure to say 'good morning' and 'I love you.'
So no my husband doesn't posses all those qualities and that's fine.
When I look into the future I see him as my husband all through time.
So never question your own happiness from doubts from society or family.
Happiness cannot be depicted on a set of values, it is undefined.
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