Don’t call me old fashioned, don’t call me a dreamer, call me a woman on a conquest for a different time. A time when you couldn’t virtually connect at any given moment in any given place, but waited breath bated and soaked in the moment.  A time where multitudes of options weren’t a given, and you listened when your heart struck twelve. A time when you could hear your heart because it was not muffled by the noise of the now, the now so busy with everything and yet nothing at all. There was a time when grown men wept over love letters and had to count the days on end to be reunited with the one. The one, there was a “one” and it was not a transient concept, it was as true and strong as the stones that lined streets and the moon that shined on them at night.

A new time has arrived where men and women alike guard material and theoretical possessions with military-esque precision yet allow for their hearts to be disposable. This time seldom sits down for a hot, slowly chewed, homemade meal, or stops to smell the roses… hell -  it hardly stops at all. This time that we are living in is so over exposed, so over excited, that it needs medication to slow down the senses. The simplicity of love has been muffled by the disorientation of priorities. Well I am here to tell you, everything you will ever need is inside you, and there is nothing less disconcerting than someone who is afraid to give with their whole heart. Whether it is the love of a moment, or love of another person, unexpressed gratitude for the purity of these shooting stars of happiness is a moment lost never to be found again. To the people of the “self deserving” generation, who assume they are just naturally entitled to whomever, whenever, at whatever suits their schedules and ego’s, a reminder that this world does not revolve around you. It never has. It never will. Pure love does not happen to just anyone, any day. It is earned.

Do not think twice about opening your life. First truly to yourself, then to another. Understand that success is not measured in figures, networks, contacts, or image: but in the arms of the person that has exclusively chosen to call you their own, one that understands that every great man in history has had a great woman by his side. A strong woman, who weaves dreams, giggles in solitude, is a child at heart and pure in soul. She cries and that doesn’t show weakness, she wishes and that doesn’t show naivety, she pushes for more because she should, not because she’s ungrateful. Love that woman. Love that man. Allow these people on the conquest for something bigger to rise to the top and be together. Because there is too much and many that do not attempt for this level of excellence in their heart of hearts. To each their own! But not for one moment should those that do feel they are asking for too much. Ladies with little girls in their hearts, there is a man that will pick you wild flowers, hold you with all the strength in the world, and look at you every single day like you are the most perfect entity that skipped on the floor of this earth. Men, there is a lady that will always say thank you, that will be gentle and kind, strong and civil, intelligent and true, and never take you for granted.

Negotiate less, strive for more. Find a love that even time will lay down and be still for.

Azita Ardakani {Hopeful Romantic}