The good woman

She's not the kind of person that you're looking for, she knows. Her hair is not red, her nails are not black, she doesn't wear shorts shorts or fishnet tights. She's not the bad girl anymore. She's the good woman. The one that is actually perfect for you. The one that will help you to be a better man. The one that will hold your hand when you feel like crying because the weight of the world is too big for your shoulders. The one that will make you chicken soup when your soul needs it. The one that will make everything better with just a smile. The one you take home, introduce to your parents and eventually marry. The one you want your kids to call mamma one day. But for now, you don't know that. You only see the flaws: the hips wider than the average, the stomach that is not flat enough. You're not even sure if you want to take her to bed because you're afraid she might turn clingy and intense. Her hair is not red. Her eyes are not green. You want waves crashing and cars turning and blood pounding. She looks more like smooth sailing and holding hands while looking at the sunset. But there's something you should know: if you would let her, she will calm your demons down. She will settle the chaos in your heart. She will be life smiling back at you. She will welcome you home.