Let’s begin this by confirming that you are actually a man.
Get a bit away from the screen, take your hands and feel your body. Touch your shoulders, your flat chest, your hairy face, everything, all good? No changes, you are still a male? Good.
Well, by the simple fact that you look like that you intimidate me.
If you sit too close to me on the tube i will move a little farther, if I’m walking by myself in the street at night and i see you coming the other way i will hug myself and change sidewalks. In simple words i don’t trust you.
Is this a normal way to feel? Am I just a bad experiences Mojito? Or is this problem wider?
Shouldn’t we feel protected with one another, man and woman, wasn’t it us against the world?
What happened to us?
And I know not all relationships, or all man, are the same, but if i look around me i see everyone I love being hurt. i see my friends being treated like accessories, being pushed around, I see a lot of marriages that start with excuses. I see love being used as power, and being played as a game.
And we seem to accept that. We make thousands of excuses, we say well… “Love hurts”.
Really? Love hurts? That is like saying a big, red, delicious apple “hurts” it doesn’t, it does if someone throws it in your face, it does. But the apple by nature is a peaceful lad.
Love is pretty cool too, like a surfer.
Dear men let’s try to understand this one, let’s go back, REALLY back, here take my hand, let’s walk back in time together.
Before the 90’s, before the 60’s, before any social roles existed, really back, before the 30’s, before skirts and pants, even before the snake and the apple, when it was really just you and me.
Look around, look everywhere, look at all the other live things…
There is sky and earth, There is Mr. Bunny with Mrs. Bunny, Mr. Bird and Mrs. Bird flying around, The fish have other fish, look at the ants, they have other ants, and now look in front of you.
You have me.
I am the ONLY living thing in this entire world made especially for you.
I am the only place where you fit perfectly.
I don’t know if we are halves of a whole, but i do know that we match, and that if we take off all this stupid accessories, clothes, trimmings, pride, and fancy things that we walk around in these days, if we strip down to the core again we´ll fit.
I am your gift and you are mine.
Why don’t you treat me like that?
What happened to us?
I see my girlfriends rising up like phoenix from heart breaks, proud to be alone, proud to be independent. Love? Haha no time for love!
And I see my boyfriends chasing business, chasing fame, chasing money, carrying love in the trunk of their car, and throwing it out when it gets to heavy. I see dad’s working extra hours to pay for those vacations in Paris, getting home late and too tired to hug.
Is that really something good? Did we really got to the point where we see love as a weakness? As a hindrance?
When did we started attacking us and competing against each other as two different species, when all we are is two genders of the same thing?
Maybe i’m too young and foolish but i still believe that love is around and can be saved.
I am not ashamed to admit that i am only where i am because of you, i am able to write because I’ve been madly in love with you. I write because you exist. I only exist if you do. I only WANT to exist if you do. There is no other choice, no more options, no way out for me, i love you.
And there must have been a woman in your life who has made you feel like that, who made you what you are now.
There has got to be one that stands out above the others. There always is.
Picture the woman now, picture HER.
It doesn’t have to be romantic love, it doesn’t have to be a lover. Picture your sister, your daughter, your mom, your grandmother, an ex-girlfriend. The one you’ll be lost without. The one who always gave you all.
What have you done for her lately, or in your entire life?
Are you the most important man in theirs? The one that changed their lives?
Because you could have been you know?
Why were you not?
Why you didn’t give her your best, you idiot?
This little thing stopping you is what’s eating love alive, this little thing that stops us from giving more when we know we could is what it’s making a wall between us and setting us apart.
Dear men can we bring that wall down and be on the same side again?
Why don’t we start right now, even if it’s brick by brick.
I think we can do it, I think is worth the try, and you?
No, no, but don’t answer ME.
Tell HER, tell that woman.
She deserves it, maybe it’s not too late.
Go find her, give your answer.
If you do it right, i’ll have mine.