So, I\u2019m sitting there, wondering,
Is she serious about me?
How do I know?
It\u2019s not always in the words she says,
But in the way she shows up, in the little things she does.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
On that first date, my mind\u2019s racing,
I\u2019m looking for signs, trying to make sense of the pacing.
Am I just another guy passing through,
Or is she here for something real, something true?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I watch how she asks about my family,
Not just small talk but digging deeper curiosity.
\u201cTell me about your roots, your people, your tribe,\u201d
She\u2019s serious, wants to know what makes me thrive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I feel it when she listens to what I say,
When she cares about my words in a real way.
It\u2019s not just \u201cHow was your day?\u201d
But \u201cWhat matters most to you?\u201d in a genuine way.
She values my thoughts, listens without a doubt,
And in that moment, I\u2019m sure she\u2019s figuring me out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And when she talks about the future,
Not just about now, but what\u2019s ahead,
She speaks of dreams, of life she wants to build,
And in that moment, my heart\u2019s fulfilled.
She\u2019s serious, not just passing time,
She\u2019s talking about us, she\u2019s thinking long-term, and that\u2019s a sign.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She shares her values, what\u2019s close to her heart,
Faith, family, the things that won\u2019t tear us apart.
She\u2019s not just asking about my job or where I\u2019ve been,
She\u2019s asking about what makes me tick, where I begin.
She\u2019s serious, she\u2019s giving me a glimpse,
Into her soul, her heart, and what\u2019s truly within.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I notice how patient she is with me,
She\u2019s not rushing, not forcing, she lets things be.
She understands that good things take time,
And I can tell she\u2019s in no rush to climb.
She\u2019s serious about building something real,
Something that lasts, something I can feel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When she asks questions that go deep,
Not just about the surface, but what I keep.
\u201cWhat do you dream of? What do you stand for?\u201d
She\u2019s searching for more, she wants to explore.
She\u2019s serious about knowing the real me,
Not just the surface, but the heart she wants to see.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She respects my culture, my past,
She doesn\u2019t judge, she doesn\u2019t move too fast.
She wants to understand what makes me who I am,
And that\u2019s when I know she\u2019s part of my plan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And even when life gets busy, I see it in her eyes,
She makes time for me, no matter the size.
It\u2019s not just about her, but about \u201cus\u201d too,
She\u2019s showing me she\u2019s serious, that she wants to build something true.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
How do I know if she\u2019s serious?
It\u2019s not about what she says, but what she does.
It\u2019s in the way she listens, the way she cares,
In the space she gives, the love she shares.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She\u2019s not rushing, she\u2019s not pushing, but she\u2019s there,
Ready to walk beside me, ready to share.
If she\u2019s serious, I feel it in the air,
In the way she shows up, in the way she\u2019s there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And when I look at her, I know it\u2019s real,
The love she\u2019s giving, the way she makes me feel.
It\u2019s not just words, it\u2019s the way she\u2019s built,
And that\u2019s how I know she\u2019s serious, no guilt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So, here I am, trusting my heart,
I\u2019m in this with her, ready to start.
If she\u2019s serious, I know she\u2019ll show me,
And together, we\u2019ll build something that\u2019s meant to be.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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