Probably, if I had a son, this post would be entirely written for him.
A woman is the most beautiful thing that we, men are given in our life.
She is able to give you the most important and intimate thing that ever can happen to you - your love.
She will immerse you in a world of warmth and affection. Let you feel at the same time and a small child, caught in the serene world of his childhood and maternal heat, and superman, a knight who can defeat the seven-headed dragon. Einstein and Ilon Max - for whom there are no limits to their wisdom, intelligence, perfection and the limit of their ambitions. She will reveal this in you and she will let you see and believe in yourself. You will find peace and confidence in the walls of your house and the hardness of the ground under your feet. You will find harmony with the world and you will see all its incredible beauty, hidden by the routine of everyday life. She will tell you the ocean of the most incredible and gentle words of love that you will never hear about yourself from anyone including your parents and yourself. She will give you the ultimate pleasure that is given to you in your life. You will be coveted to look at every curve of her beautiful forms, the smallest details of her beautiful face and listen to the tune of her voice. A woman, with her love, will take you to Olympus and above, where you will rest on the clouds and watch beautiful dreams in the brightest and lively colors and colors.
And then the magic will end, and she will leave. With or without reason, but it will happen. And it will happen suddenly and swiftly. You will be banished from Paradise, into which she herself led you. You will again find yourself on a winter snow-covered street, barefoot and not clothed. It will be an awakening by a cold shower. Rapid uncontrollable fall down, back to earth. And the man who yesterday gave you absolutely everything, suddenly turn into a simple, ordinary person. Not even a friend, but a distant acquaintance. What's worse is that she can switch her love to someone else. At first, when you face this for the first time - this fact makes it all the more painful, but then, further in life, the only thing that makes sense is the realization that the love that was given to you now is taken back. To whom - it does not really matter.
I could never understand how you can utter the innermost words of love given only to lovers, then after a lapse of a few days or weeks begin to treat this person as a distant acquaintance. How can I reset the speed from a thousand to zero in one second, and then accelerate again! But it's me, man, I can not understand it. The best thing I learned in this matter for my life is simply to accept everything as it is. Like a liquid of water or a flame of fire. Women - they are like that. Creatures. They are so arranged. No, she does not deceive you when she loves and tells you beautiful words of love. She feels that way. But God save you, lean on and serenely forget about everything in the world with their music. Just, live and enjoy every minute of this miracle. Appreciate every moment, because sooner or later it will pass and you will surely be taken away from it. This post is not about the meaninglessness or ruthlessness of love. The paradox of the relationship between a man and a woman is that, even if I know this sad fact, I personally can never close my heart for her love. Love, without any fuses or brakes, even knowing what it will end sooner or later. Probably, simply, the age and experience through which you need to go through yourself make it easier to experience what happens when she leaves.
