And it will be

The new man

and will be a man who will love me because I am so, full of doubts and contradictions. He will like my arms a little big, he will not see my cellulite on his legs, he will appreciate when I have smooth legs for wax but he will never see regrowth.
he will like my speeches and be fascinated by my words, but he will have his opinions that he will want to support with me in a dialectic that slowly will change us both.
He will lose himself in my eyes but he will always support my gaze.
He will anticipate me in my desires and enjoy my surprises.
He's gonna love me when I dress up to go out with him, and I make up, and I put on high heels.
but he will also like it when I get up in the morning all tingled, with my thick glasses and the sleepy air.
He'll be nice for me, he'll be well dressed. and I will smooth his clothes with my hands and I will tighten strong to him.
It will lead me to see the world and make me laugh, because it will be ironic and acute.
you will find out with me what it means to complete, lose and find yourself.
He will tie himself to me for good, but he will always be active, ready to propose to invent new days and even old days.
and will always be at my side to find the solutions for old and new problems, and with me you will confront because you alone do not go anywhere.
and he shall be cheerful with me; and when he is sad, he shall be able to find comfort and lightness in me, he shall know, and I shall be grateful.
and the routine will be a Phoenician port, it will create stability and not boredom, because we both will know how far we have done and where we come from. Awareness will be our strength.
and so will my man, the new one who is preparing for me.
and so will yours.

because there are no other ways of living a relationship to two.
There are no other ways.