I Don’t Want a Percentage. I Want Her—Whole

There are people who are okay with sharing space in someone’s life. People who are okay being an option, or just a priority when it’s convenient.

I’m not one of them.

I’ve never believed in percentages when it comes to love.

Not 10%.

Not 50%.

Not even 99%.

I need 100%. Or nothing at all.

And before someone misunderstands — no, I’m not saying she has to revolve her life around me. I don’t want her to stop chasing her dreams, or put her ambitions on hold just to sit beside me all day. I don’t want her to shrink herself just to fit in my frame.

All I mean is — I want to be her first.

Her first thought when she’s scared.

Her first call when something amazing happens.

Her first choice, when life offers her many.

Her first instinct, not her backup plan.

I don’t want a version of her that still looks over her shoulder, wondering about someone else. I don’t want a heart that beats for me 90% of the time, but still has 10% of confusion or leftover feelings for someone else.

Because love, for me, isn’t a negotiation.

It’s not a “let’s see where it goes.”

It’s a commitment. A declaration. A leap.

If even 1% of her heart hesitates, then she’s not truly mine.

And I don’t want what’s not mine completely.

But once she is mine — completely, wholly, truly — I am 100% hers.

No questions.

No doubts.

No second thoughts.

I’ll fight for her like hell — not because she’s perfect, but because she’s mine. Even if she’s wrong, even if the world stands against her, I will stand beside her first, and figure out right or wrong later. Because that’s what loyalty means to me. Because that’s what love means to me.

When she doubts herself, I’ll remind her who she is.

When she breaks, I’ll be the glue.

When she’s lost, I’ll be the map.

And when she shines, I’ll be the proudest one watching.

But I can only be that version of me when she gives me the real version of her.

Not the filtered one.

Not the version she gives to everyone.

The real, raw, flawed, stubborn, beautiful her.

If she can’t do that, it’s okay. I won’t beg.

But I won’t settle either.

Because in this world full of people asking for just “a chance,”

I’m asking for everything.

I’m asking for her — not a part of her, not most of her — just all of her.

And in return, she’ll get someone who will never walk away.

Not even when the world tells me to.