Need

Why do men need women?  It is a never ending conundrum, cause quite frankly most only fine women to be a pain.  Others find it a way to control something that is like putting a leash on a tornado.  And still others, try to keep the definition of man even while they are being subjucated by their hearts and minds.  I find it hilarious, but at the same time being trapped by the same need as anyone else.  Is it foolish?  I can't even answer that, I just know that I need. 
    So I offer some comparisons.  Men need women like humans need air, like we need cheese on crackers, like a wolf needs to eat, like the plants need the sun, like how the moon can't shine without that very same sun, like a sick person needs medicine, like how a boy will always need his mother, like muffins need blueberries, like sausage demands eggs, like the dark needs the light, like the stars will not suffer being without the sky, like the earth needs gravity to be stable.  See, all these are necessities, and very much define what it is like to really need something.  Because otherwise without it, we men, would be at a loss as to what to do.
    Now, I won't be naive and say lovely ain't part of it, but too many think it's all of it.  Sometimes even the most manly of us are afraid of the dark.  We're all afraid of dying alone, and sometimes we need to be held though we care not to admit it.  And you women, not just any and I'll get to that in a moment, are the levies against the waves of our insecurities.  Even the most confident of us will sit in an empty room and wish for that sweet laughter, that radiant smile, and deep soulful eyes that only one creature in all of this earth can provide for us. It is a need like having a chili cheese dog on a hot summer day with a strawberry milkshake. 
    So, I go into why it can't just be anyone.  Most people say they want love, but when they get it, they usually choose to sabotage it in some way.  Not many find it and have the will or want to keep it, even though they need to.  And sometimes there are those of us that find the pain much more bearable than the risk of loving someone everyday, knowing how fickle it can be.  
    It takes someone like Alexandria.  Someone who says "I love you" and it does mean they'll do anything for that one person.  Though she is young, I don't ever want her to lose that ideal, and because of her intelligence, I know she'll scrutinize everyone she ever meet, especially if they are a candidate for the position of being the one that she adores.  She, and many like her won't ever know why their special.   Partly it's because they don't think much of themselves, and so their egos and pride don't get in the way much.  In addition, that time spent being down on themselves drives them to understand a lot more than those who take their thinking from a television set.  Bottom line, if she were the sun, I'd be the moon, and shine all the brighter, just from her light.
    All this may sound crazy I know.  The only thing you can do is throw out metaphors like women throwing out their newly wedded spouses old underwear which happens to be an unbelieveably accelerated rate.  Yet, this one ends, with me knowing I have always needed this, and in whatever way a man may need a woman, more than anything, they need one who stays, forgives, and loves them for whoever they may be.  It is peace.  'Nuff said.