In fact, it’s quite the opposite.

I long for the simple things: waking up next to the man I love, making him breakfast, getting a surprise kiss in the kitchen, arguing over something trivial, and then laughing together ten minutes later.

And yes, I want passion. 🔥 I want to be more than just a partner and a friend to my man—I want to be the woman he desires. I want to wear a beautiful dress and catch his gaze. I want to flirt with him, even years after our first date.

Perhaps that’s why a man’s age has never really mattered to me. A passport won’t hold me in its arms at night. A number won’t make my heart race. For me, character, care, humor, honesty, and that elusive chemistry between two people matter far more.

I am a mother, yes, but deep down, a romantic, playful, and deeply passionate woman still lives within me.

Sometimes I wonder: what if there’s a man out there with whom I wouldn’t have to be strong all the time?

And what matters most to you in a woman—her strength, or her ability to be tender with you?