Lady

I sometimes forget that I'm a lady. I forget that I'm not the one supposed to make way for a gentleman, but the gentleman should make way for me.

I sometimes forget that I'm a lady. I forget that I shouldn't sit or stand with my legs open, but keep them crossed as a proper lady should.

I sometimes forget that I'm a lady. I forget that I should be proper and behave.

I sometimes forget that I'm a lady. I forget that I shouldn't beat boys up and be cheeky.

I sometimes forget that I'm a lady and that I should allow gentleman to carry my luggage for me.

I sometimes forget that I'm a lady, but luckily I have you.

The one with the green-brown flecked eyes. The one who stole my heart and everything attached to it. The one who became my friend. Who became my life. The one I'm sharing my life with. My stories. My scandals. My past. The one I'm sharing my future with. The one I'm sharing eternity with.