To love a man.
To L O V E a man.
For a woman. Is like giving away every inch of her being to him.
Her world begins and ends with him. (religious beliefs aside)
When he hurts her, she cries.
When she hurts him, she cries even more.
When he makes her happy, she smiles.
When he is happy due to her, her whole being smiles.
She is by nature, part of him. Always.
Is it the same when a man loves a woman?
I cannot say. And I dare not speak of what I know not.
But to love a man. Is exceptional.
-hope springs eternal, my gypsy man.
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