One look. One smile. One kiss. One touch. One hug. One word. One man.

One tear. One heartache.

One vow. One love. One life.

Why can't the men ever understand that if a woman really loves you, it is not about how much money you have in your pocket, or what fancy wheels you own. It is not about the fancy brands you wear or the fine dining you go for. It is not about how sharp your nose is or how big your eyes are. It is about you. Who you are and what you mean to her. She will willingly tolerate everything else that is less than perfect. Your obsessions with anything that moves, whether round or cold metal, your late nights drinking with friends, your childish tempers and tantrums. Your carelessness with thoughts and dates.

All she ask in return is that you will love her wholeheartedly. Always. No matter what the circumstances. If she has to wear the same clothes from last season she will. If she has to be happy with a MacDonald's value meal she will. If it means she has to make do with a gift from Carrefour she will.

A woman will wait forever for the man she loves. Whether or not it is worth the waiting. No matter what the people around her says. Even when a better man stands waiting. Even when a whole new life lies ahead of her.

I am that woman.

If HE wants to wait till HE has established HIMSELF before coming back then I'll be there waiting when HE appears on the horizon.