Here's the deal - I don't want somebody to protect me.
Definitely not the somebody I'm in love with.
That's just corny (not in the good way) and needy and Twilight-y and....incorrect. But having said that, I suppose I'd want to love somebody in such tenderness that he comes to feel strong enough
to protect me. And that's different.
That's different from the frail colicky need to be babysit-ted that comes with the dated (and most horribly misinterpreted) idea of femininity in away that is brilliantly, subtly, strongly feminine. You'd think I'm exaggerating, but it is quite an exquisite secret to carry in your heart, you know, the knowledge that you have made a boy feel man enough to want to, try to protect you.
It doesn't really matter then, if he fails. Just the fact that he thinks he can will amuse you, and if you are like me, the hopeless sort, it might even melt the cockles of your heart to a fudge-y pool in your chest.
I could swear it is something like an act of creation. Like writing a sound verse from scratch. Or carving out a wooden piece from that broken branch they'd have put in the bonfire. Spinning strength from fragility, all the while putting on that awesome fragile-face of yours.
Sometimes he'd remind you of the wobbly puppy with a musical, slightly comic bark, trying fiercely (ha ha) to woof off other people from you. Entirely in vain.
But I suspect that is where it gets so engaging .Truth is,
he cannot protect you. And you'd probably never have asked him to, anyway. But just the fact that he really, positively believes that he can, is enough to warm your frosty feminist ventricles and make you want to believe that may be, in some less-twisted parallel universe,
he actually
could
:)
Definitely not the somebody I'm in love with.
That's just corny (not in the good way) and needy and Twilight-y and....incorrect. But having said that, I suppose I'd want to love somebody in such tenderness that he comes to feel strong enough
to protect me. And that's different.
That's different from the frail colicky need to be babysit-ted that comes with the dated (and most horribly misinterpreted) idea of femininity in away that is brilliantly, subtly, strongly feminine. You'd think I'm exaggerating, but it is quite an exquisite secret to carry in your heart, you know, the knowledge that you have made a boy feel man enough to want to, try to protect you.
It doesn't really matter then, if he fails. Just the fact that he thinks he can will amuse you, and if you are like me, the hopeless sort, it might even melt the cockles of your heart to a fudge-y pool in your chest.
I could swear it is something like an act of creation. Like writing a sound verse from scratch. Or carving out a wooden piece from that broken branch they'd have put in the bonfire. Spinning strength from fragility, all the while putting on that awesome fragile-face of yours.
Sometimes he'd remind you of the wobbly puppy with a musical, slightly comic bark, trying fiercely (ha ha) to woof off other people from you. Entirely in vain.
But I suspect that is where it gets so engaging .Truth is,
he cannot protect you. And you'd probably never have asked him to, anyway. But just the fact that he really, positively believes that he can, is enough to warm your frosty feminist ventricles and make you want to believe that may be, in some less-twisted parallel universe,
he actually
could
:)
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