Giving myself time

I want a man, a real and genuine one..as time has slipped in between youth and the elder parts, my cradle to grave experience has realized this old bag of bones and worm food desires giving myself time.
Time to heal.
Time to learn.
Time to grow.
Time to accept i am enough..i am worthy and i am beautifully broken. But, mostly i am learning to love me, without a man.
One day, someday, someone somewhere will acknowledge my love, mend my heart, and just be there when they feel a connected twin 🔥 flame!
I want a man who ruins my lipstick, not my mascara..if he can kiss me unconditionally and not make me cry..ill know! 😉