Women
September 7, 2007
Maybe it is because I see her through rose colored glasses; she can do no wrong in my eyes. And that is why I deal. I keep telling myself that she does not know that she is hurting me. It makes me feel better that she does not hurt me on purpose. How could she? She is perfect. She can do no wrong.
I am very much the romantic. Not a ‘flowers all over your car and note in the windshield’ type romantic, but an ‘I remembered that you wanted a snow globe earlier this year and got it for you for Christmas’ type. I do get into the gift giving and setting up the scene, but as I think the most romantic thing you can do for someone is show them how much you care, I am more into making sure that is what I do. You may forget something you say, but I do not.
She knows I love her. She knows that I am wrapped around her finger. What woman does not? She knows that if she calls me, I am there. Whatever she needs, I get it. She knows I want nothing more than to make her happy and give her everything she could ever want. She knows it. So why does she treat me the way she does?
If she loves me, why does she hurt me? She does not show me affection or battle me in who loves who more. Maybe she knows it is I who loves her more than she does me? Could it be?
In the beginning we were both as in to each other as the other was. She would call me ‘baby’ and tell me how amazing I am. She would compliment me and tell me how I am her soul mate. It was an amazing feeling to not only be loved but to be loved by her.
I will never understand women being one myself even. I would love nothing more than for a woman to make me their world; to treat me like I am a gift. I want to be pursued, wanted, and loved like I love.
Is it really too much to ask?
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