I write. A lot. More than anyone knows. It calms me. Soothes me. Clarifies those things I cannot seem to grasp. Words on paper - or in my mind - sometimes bring the puzzle pieces together. And for that, I am forever grateful.
Here is what I wonder today. Women have a tendency (good or bad is yet to be determined) to fall head over heals for men. We become entrapped in their very essence. They consume us. Turn us into blabbing, sometimes blubbering, nonsensical beings. We crash land in some unknown place that we have no map to. And sometimes, we don’t even know why.
But then there are those times when we move slow. We meet someone. They become our friend. Our companion. Our shoulder and sounding board. Before we know it, or even sometimes before we even realize it’s a possibility, that “friend” turns into something greater. We find ourselves thinking of them more than anyone else. We miss them when they aren’t near. We wonder how it would be to say goodnight to them while looking into their eyes.
When this unexpected occurrence takes place, we sometimes turn into that nincompoop I mentioned earlier. I understand that. Other times, it is something completely different…
What I don’t know, and what has me somewhat consumed lately, is this… Is there a man alive who loves as deeply and truly as a woman might? Not in the way you’re probably thinking right now. I don’t mean does he treat her well, buy her flowers, want to spend time with her. I mean in this sense:
Does he wake and she immediately comes to mind.
Does she enter his thoughts and take her time leaving when he’s in a store and sees something that reminds him of her.
Does he wonder how her day is going.
Is the only thought on his mind, getting home to her.
Does she take precedence over everyone else - keeping realistic life in mind of course.
Does he lay in bed and ache for her, replay their time together, impatiently wait for their next meeting.
Does he scream to the world (metaphorically, or not), “I love this woman and am so very thankful for having her!”
Does he eat, breathe, see, inhale, feel, want, need, crave and desire all of her.
Does he understand and know with his heart, that one woman can be all he needs.
Because truth be told - this is what a woman in love can feel. He becomes part of her; it’s as though they meld into one in her heart. If there are other men in the world, she doesn’t see them.
Tell me, does a man such as this exist? If you were to ask me, I am certain of the answer.
(Source: ridiculouslikeshit, via myredbike)