Incomparable.
Posted by Maane Simpas | Posted in | Posted on 4:23 PM
Nothing on this planet can compare with a woman’s
love—it is kind and compassionate, patient and nurturing,
generous and sweet and unconditional. Pure.
If you are her man, she will walk on water and through a
mountain for you, too, no matter how you’ve acted out, no
matter what crazy thing you’ve done, no matter the time or
demand.
If you are her man, she will talk to you until there just
aren’t any more words left to say, encourage you when you’re
at rock bottom and think there just isn’t any way out, hold you
in her arms when you’re sick, and laugh with you when you’re
up.
And if you’re her man and that woman loves you—I mean
really loves you?—she will shine you up when you’re dusty,
encourage you when you’re down, defend you even when she’s
not so sure you were right, and hang on your every word, even
when you’re not saying anything worth listening to. And no
matter what you do, no matter how many times her friends say
you’re no good, no matter how many times you slam the door
on the relationship, she will give you her very best and then
some, and keep right on trying to win over your heart, even
when you act like everything she’s done to convince you she’s
The One just isn’t good enough.
That’s a woman’s love—it stands the test of time, logic, and
all circumstance.
And this is exactly how you all expect us men to love you in
return. Ask any woman what kind of love she wants from a
man, and it will sound something like this: I want him to be
humble and smart, fun and romantic, sensitive and gentle, and,
above all, supportive. I want him to look in my eyes and tell me
I’m beautiful and that I complete him. I want a man who is
vulnerable enough to cry when he’s hurting, who will introduce
me to his mother with a smile on his face, who loves children
and animals, and who is willing to change diapers and wash
dishes and do it all without me having to ask. And if he has a
nice body and a lot of money and expensive shoes without
scuffs, that would be great, too. Amen.
Well, I’m here to tell you that expecting that kind of love—
that perfection—from a man is unrealistic. That’s right, I said
it—it’s not gonna happen, no way, no how. Because a man’s
love isn’t like a woman’s love.
love—it is kind and compassionate, patient and nurturing,
generous and sweet and unconditional. Pure.
If you are her man, she will walk on water and through a
mountain for you, too, no matter how you’ve acted out, no
matter what crazy thing you’ve done, no matter the time or
demand.
If you are her man, she will talk to you until there just
aren’t any more words left to say, encourage you when you’re
at rock bottom and think there just isn’t any way out, hold you
in her arms when you’re sick, and laugh with you when you’re
up.
And if you’re her man and that woman loves you—I mean
really loves you?—she will shine you up when you’re dusty,
encourage you when you’re down, defend you even when she’s
not so sure you were right, and hang on your every word, even
when you’re not saying anything worth listening to. And no
matter what you do, no matter how many times her friends say
you’re no good, no matter how many times you slam the door
on the relationship, she will give you her very best and then
some, and keep right on trying to win over your heart, even
when you act like everything she’s done to convince you she’s
The One just isn’t good enough.
That’s a woman’s love—it stands the test of time, logic, and
all circumstance.
And this is exactly how you all expect us men to love you in
return. Ask any woman what kind of love she wants from a
man, and it will sound something like this: I want him to be
humble and smart, fun and romantic, sensitive and gentle, and,
above all, supportive. I want him to look in my eyes and tell me
I’m beautiful and that I complete him. I want a man who is
vulnerable enough to cry when he’s hurting, who will introduce
me to his mother with a smile on his face, who loves children
and animals, and who is willing to change diapers and wash
dishes and do it all without me having to ask. And if he has a
nice body and a lot of money and expensive shoes without
scuffs, that would be great, too. Amen.
Well, I’m here to tell you that expecting that kind of love—
that perfection—from a man is unrealistic. That’s right, I said
it—it’s not gonna happen, no way, no how. Because a man’s
love isn’t like a woman’s love.
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