Mr. My Type

     My type is a strong black man full of fire and passion for the people and the things he loves. He loves me hard and completely as though he doesn't see my imperfections. Nevertheless, he’s smart so he knows they are part of who I am and like God he loves me in spite of my cracks. My type walks to the beat of his unique drum and holds my hand with pride. My type of man doesn't get nervous when I call to say I miss you so bad I’m around the corner come kiss me real quick. My type of man stands there with arms open wide to receive me. 

     My type of man knows what it takes to lead me and doesn't get me confused with Ms. Independent because he knows I've only had to become self-sufficient. He is strong where I am weak yet vulnerable when he needs me. He trusts me and I trust him which makes us impenetrable to the outside. No woman could take my place, no man could fill his shoes, there’s no space between his heart to my heart that would let foolishness in. I am his friend and he likes me. You see me as an extension of him because that’s where we want me to be. My type of man is the one who knows there is no other type for me than him.