Him

by Pierre Alex Jeanty

He feels, He cares, He breaks, He knows pain, He makes mistakes, He grows, He learns, He heals, He loves.

He feels, He cares, He breaks, He knows pain, He makes mistakes, He grows, He learns, He heals, He loves.

How can you want to always be on his mind, want him to make you happy and only care for a life with you, when you barely care enough about his existence without you?

He was not made to become the living definition of a ‘real man’ that you’ve extracted from memes, tasted from bitter tongues, and plastered on the walls of your mind because it fits into everything your ex never was.

He is weak for you, but that does not mean he is weak. He is strong for himself

There is a silent war in his mirror, one with a history that is out to conquer his mind. There is a loud battle in his mind, An, “Am I enough?” fight over his manhood. Am I tall enough? Am I good-looking enough? Am I successful enough? Am I man enough?

I am slowly merging into the lane that was created for me, slowly detaching myself from my past and peeling off these callouses over my heart.

I am slowly merging into the lane that was created for me, slowly detaching myself from my past and peeling off these callouses over my heart. Men, too, are caterpillars becoming butterflies. They grow wings and later become lions who refuse to be misled by pride and hunted by their ego.

Little by little I am overcoming my past. 🙏🏽

Don’t mistake him for the boys who try to find their way between your legs; boys whose hearts only see you as a piece of meat from their menu of lust, the perfect side piece.

He, however, is a man who is hunting for something different, a man searching for the love in your soul, the softness in your smile, the courage in your voice, the freedom in your laugh, the calm of your touch.

When loving a man like him becomes something you cannot bring yourself to cherish, you must let him go. Let him go without tying an invisible string of hope to his leg, slowly reeling him back in while you figure out if you are ready to be loved by a man like him or not. Let his heart find freedom to learn the name of a woman who will cherish it without hesitation.

Good men have always existed and will always occupy space on this earth. There will be those who will blind themselves of reasons to give them credit, but the good they bring to this world will always better the soil of this planet; they will always outweigh the bad.

You are a woman’s prayer, the miracle she patiently waits for, the priceless reward that she will never give away. Your love for her will be cherished, you cheering her on will be more than proof to her eyes that you are here to build. She will not betray you, she will honor every bit of you, she will not condemn you for things you aren’t blameworthy of. To let the bad you’ve tasted take this truth away from you, is to be deceived.

The best way for the pain to end is to live through it.

We, too, mourn our days of singleness. The craving for affection, companionship, and love is something we too desire. We may not be willing to admit that we want love, but all of us thirst for it and are in of need it.

If that man who has stolen your attention and secured your interest complements you, compliment him. Feed that man’s confidence; it will starve his ego faster than your method of not looking too thirsty.

Closure came to his door steps when he realized that you will never judge his character by who he is now, but rather who he was to you. He finally met the understanding that one will never find hope inside someone who sees no hope in them.

Seeing you with someone new is fire under his skin. It never gets old. He hides his true feelings, hoping the flames that once lit up like the sky on Fourth of July will quickly die out. His wishes can’t seem to come true, whether it be wanting what once was to become what is, or for what is to become what was to him. However, getting over you is moving at the slowest pace possible. Therefore, on his face is a mask made of pretense. He dresses up his hurt in, “I don’t give a dang about that,” and outfits himself with bright smiles. “I don’t need her.”

He will shed a thousand tears before you see him cry.

But there are men like him who see second chances as a river of hope to bring life to the things he first let his mistakes kill. Some of us learn our lesson and never want to take anything for granted again.

Love him as he is.