My heart is weak. My mind is troubled. I look at these two hands which have defeated many foes so far, and yet, they cannot feel a woman's touch. When the battle is over, I cannot return home to my beloved one to hear her whispering in my ears soft words that make my heart crumble and rebuild itself with joy instantly. I cannot return home to my child, and teach him/her how to do battle...with life. Life is a continuous fight, and we are all its warriors.
Whatever they say, men need women, regardless if they want to admit it or not. They provide us with what we cannot provide for ourselves at the end of the day...a soft kiss, a warm touch, a strong hug. They are the fuel which keeps us going, keeps us fighting.
At the end of the day, the battle wages on. And although I do not have you by my side, I will search for you. I will find you. I will be complete.
