The Man Who Loves Me

I always said when talking about men that I don't have a "type". That is true when it comes to his looks or what he makes or does for a living. All those things I take as they are when I love a man. I have never chosen a man for his looks and never for his money. Those things won't make us happy or make me feel safe and secure in the middle of the night or day when I am paralyzed by my own memories.They don't make two people feel closer or keep alive the love when things get old.Only real love and understanding can do that.

When I fall in love its for the way he treats me. If he can be attentive, loving, giving and sweet then I know it in the first few minutes. It takes some time though to know if he will stay this way. I just cannot be with a man who is gruff, selfish or has no empathy..Not just for me but for all people...

Sometimes for no reason I can explain I will cry. It doesn't happen very often but when it does its hard to shut down the pain.  It might be that I heard a song that reminded me of something or someone or maybe its just too silent and those dark thoughts snuck in, but all I know is a man who looks at me, rolls his eyes and asks "Whats wrong NOW?" Is not the man for me.  I have met more men like that than I want to admit.

The man I love is the kind of man who will give me some time to cry and to feel whatever is hurting. He comes to me quietly and with love in his heart and some understanding in him that even he doesn't realize is so wonderful, he puts his arms around me and just holds me and helps me get through that dark and miserable pain. I don't know how he knows what I need but he does and I love him more than he can ever realize.No, this is not some "Superman". He is real and I've met him. I love him so very much and I want to give him all the love he's shared with me and take care of him forever.

Love is the most beautiful gift God has given us. It is also the most hurtful at times. I will take the pain of aching for him and missing him though just to feel his love...Everyday.

3/27/2010

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