Where are the men who know of sacrifice? The ones who will walk on the side of the road. To protect you from unforeseen dangers. To surrender himself and keep you safe.
Where are the men who pick you up at your home? The one who also brings you back safely to the arms of your folks. Not the day after or at dawn. Those who respect your parents the same way you do if not more.
Where are the men who write on flower-scented papers? The one who expresses his raw emotions through words. Handwritten letters for the one he adores.
Where are the men who hold your hands? Gentle and firm at the same time. The one who is aware that women are not fragile but will seek to take care of you nonetheless.
Where are the men who make promises? Carved on a tree and kept forever. The one who struggles and yet continues to fight. For love. For you.
Where are the men who don't expect it on first dates? Or on the second. Even the third. Those who still believe it is a symbol of something else. Of something more.
Where are the men who still kisses on the hand? The one who shows admiration without aggression. Those who let their lips linger on your skin. To breathe in your scent. And leave your fingers with his.
Where are the men who look at you not as a woman? But more than flesh and bones. Those who do not look at all. But connects to you as his eyes pierce through your soul. Deep into your heart. To you as a whole.
Where are the men who pick you up at your home? The one who also brings you back safely to the arms of your folks. Not the day after or at dawn. Those who respect your parents the same way you do if not more.
Where are the men who write on flower-scented papers? The one who expresses his raw emotions through words. Handwritten letters for the one he adores.
Where are the men who hold your hands? Gentle and firm at the same time. The one who is aware that women are not fragile but will seek to take care of you nonetheless.
Where are the men who make promises? Carved on a tree and kept forever. The one who struggles and yet continues to fight. For love. For you.
Where are the men who don't expect it on first dates? Or on the second. Even the third. Those who still believe it is a symbol of something else. Of something more.
Where are the men who look at you not as a woman? But more than flesh and bones. Those who do not look at all. But connects to you as his eyes pierce through your soul. Deep into your heart. To you as a whole.