There is a part of every woman who wants to feel like she's the one.
She matters.
There is a part of every woman who wants to be followed when her eyes are streaming with tears and be asked through the bathroom door if she's okay.
She needs to hear that voice.
She needs to hear the concern. When she doesn't part of her dies. Her heart grows cold and shrivels.
There needs to be a shoulder for her to cry on.
When she has made the worst mistakes and is as wrong as the sun is bright, she needs to be told, "Is that all? It will be Ok."
The little girl in her wants her boo-boos kissed and needs protected.
Without that, her heart will die.
Without that, her heart will die.
Her soul will stop breathing and all her hopes will turn to dust.
Because you see, even a woman wants a place to be loved.
It's not a physical place on earth but a place where her wrongs can be overlooked. Where her best efforts and almost-made-its can live as victories.
Without a place like that, even the boldest, bravest woman will find herself lost and nowhere to go. A woman without her place is never truly happy. She exists only as a shell.
Wandering aimlessly through life, fearing uncertainty, and sadness, she will fall again and again.
Without that voice to comfort and calm her biggest storms, she will always be empty.
