About who undresses you

I don't care how you take a woman's dress off. I care how you take her fear off.

You can buy her dinner, flowers, tickets to Paris. But if you can't listen, you'll remain background noise for her.

A real man is not the one who knows how to get a woman into bed. But the one who can make her want to be with him without makeup, without armor, and without a script.

I'm not looking for those who are always busy. I don't need those who promise. I'm looking for someone who does. Who is not afraid of pain. Who can be there even if I'm silent.
That's when I'll start talking. Whispering. Opening up. And yes, maybe I'll undress. But only if you undress my soul first.