those weird men

They have warm hands, while we have cold fingers.
They are strong and can lift us.
One day they will understand (if only for a second) that we are the best thing they’ll ever have.
They have their principles.
They are taller than us and can get a book from the top shelf.
When they say “I love you”, we feel alive.
They can install Windows.
They know and can explain that when one is alone he is an individual.
They forgive us our feminism although we never forgive them anything.
They kiss our forehead when they cannot stay.
They are sure there are things we can never understand and that is one reason why we understand everything.
They put their hands on our shoulders.
They keep insisting on paying for our coffee, although they themselves have long forgotten why.
They remember about us all the things we ourselves forget.
They pretend that they aren’t sick of Valentine’s Day.
They can change our lives.
They don’t always think about love.
They love their mothers in a much more beautiful way than we our fathers.
They can openly admit that their purpose in life is to sleep with us.
They drag us away from guests to spend some time together.
They always give us their coats if we are cold.
They love our voices.
They don’t care what we talk about.
They always see us off to the airport, but don’t always meet.
They are sure that our bags are heavy only when they are around.
They don’t want to act like us, while we want to act like them.
They look when we say “Look”.
They keep silent when we shout.
They don’t want to change us, while we want to change them.
When we think about past we think about them.
We can count them.
They give their surnames to our kids.
They do things that make us proud.
They are so strange.