I know I act tough I know everyone thinks I'm over that. That I don't need a man. That I don't need to dress up to feel pretty. That I can do everything on my own. I know I come across that way. I don't wear my emotions on my sleeve. I can't. But– Sometimes I need someone to tell me I am pretty. To tell me I am worth it. To hold me while I sleep. To help me while I cry. To listen while I complain. To not leave me just cause "im okay" Sometimes it feels nice to be treated like a lady, cause I always just end up being one of the guys...