The feminine aches to devote herself to a man who makes her feel deeply secure and safe.
For him, she will give everything.
Feminine beings are naturally highly devotional.
It is in her essence to want to devote, to give herself, her heart, her body, her soul to someone who chooses and claims her completely.
The ache some feminine beings feel for this can be so strong that it is physically painful.
When women are overly insecure and reactive with a man, it's often because she does not yet feel the depth of safety and security that being fully chosen brings.
Sometimes it is her own unhealed attachment, sometimes it is his avoidance, unwillingness or inability to show up and commit fully… and most often it is a dark interplay of wounds and shadows toying with each other.
Both her and him hurting each other… over and over through their unhealed… stuff.
The experience is felt as a chronic unsafety.
The natural aliveness that wishes to blossom out of her soul is kept caged by the subtle yet intensely pervasive fear of abandonment.
She can’t thrive with him if he can’t hold the frame for her.
Maybe she will shine on her own as she aligns with the natural overflow of her own light.
But… most women want to shine with him, and for him.
And this is what men want too.
Men want women’s light.
The masculine adores feminine radiance.
Tyrants and abusers seek to possess it like some object they can add to their collection, not realising that the act of possession is the very thing that will snuff that light out.
They rigidly hold and control her… with money and promises that somehow get more and more violent.
So she rebels and adds to the chaos that justifies in their small little minds why they had to control her in the first place.
Or she just... gives up… and his attention drifts elsewhere in a heartbreaking prophecy of tragedy.
Another shattered dream crushing beneath the heel of slick leather Oxfords.
Lazy men on the other hand do just enough to get that light in the door then stop trying, and she has to take over.
“What happened to you” he thinks as he rolls his eyes at the lines around her eyes, the haggardness on her face, and the extra weight around her waist.
“You used to be so light and free”.
Yeah she was, until she had to become his fucking mother.
The feminine light, her radiance, is her most prized asset.
It is the thing that is hers and hers alone.
It’s to be shared with a man who reveres it, celebrates it and knows how to make it shine even brighter.
For such a man, a woman will give everything.
This is masculine structure.
This is the man who is able to say “I’ve got this.”
Competent. Clear. Coherent.
And she melts into a puddle of liquid sunshine.
Women... live life as your light.
And devote it only to one who adores you for it.
Men... do whatever it takes to be a competent man.
Handle shit. Show up. Live by your word.
The world deserves to have more incredible love stories than tragic heartbreaks.
Make your life one.
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That's really deep but so very true.