I honestly have no idea where this came from, but I couldn't help but write it down. Feel free to leave any feedback!
Is it any wonder that southern girls are so captivating? They are contradictions in human form; walking conundrums. Delicate and charming, but strong willed. They wield their power before they even realize it exists, utterly unaware of the magnetic appeal of an easy laugh and an independent streak. They are raised in a land where practicality is key, but frivolity is worshiped. Theirs is the land of Debutantes, Cotillions, and southern belles. Of hoop skirts, Tri Delts, and blue jean shorts. Beguiling wit and the complicated give and take of casual flirtation are their heritage, poise and a sense of duty stream through their veins.
Observe a summer storm and you will understand a southern girl. Beautiful and sunny until the competing pressures reach a boiling point and emotion explodes. There is energy, passion, a desperate desire to be heard. And when she cries, when the furious noise subsides and only the quiet patter of rain remains, everything is inexplicably cleansed, renewed. Any man will tell you: if a southern girl lets you hold her when she breaks, dry her tears when she cries, you have won her heart. That, and nothing else, is the I love you you’ve been waiting for. Because when she smiles again—and she inevitably will--she’ll steal your heart forever.