The woman of six men

I'm equally in love with six men.

I admire, as profoundly as someone possibly could, six of the most extraordinary gentlemen. I irremediably and with clear honesty love six of the most intelligent and powerful people.

On the other side, I am loved by all six, in six different ways, by six different personalities, with six different manifestations.

I am the woman of six men, and they have me without sharing. Without being jealous. Without longing for me. Without fighting for the supreme place in my life. They know each other, they recognize each other, they accept each other and together they love me how few women have the luck to be loved.

Their love for me is not perverted, but pure. Patient. Peaceful. Counselor. Clear. Demonstrated. Said. Discussed. Steady.

Their love for me goes beyond words and years. Beyond people and events of all kinds. It goes all the way to the point where I feel moved.

They are the only men who do not love me just because I'm pretty; just because I'm cool; just because my hair is fine today and the yellow dress will look good on me tomorrow. They do not love me for the bathing suit that i look beautiful in. For them, and only with them, I cease to be seen only as a lovely girl or just as a pair of almond eyes.

Because they know me, for a long time now, they know me well - and they admire my mind. They make me feel capable, worthy, strong ... they make me feel the woman of their lives.

Of course, I'm talking about my father and the five brothers - the men without flaws. Real men. Mature, sincere, direct, but delicate, hard-working, ambitious, dedicated to impossible, severe but infinitely gentle and kind, determined, able to accept criticism, insult, conflict, even a war and as capable of giving the right answer.

My father and brothers are not easily-offend people. They are not soft. They just listen and laugh. They take seriously only what is really worth it: family, work, name and faith. They are as tough as the mountains as clear as the waters and sweet as the spring wind ... that because it's March. They have long ceased to be little boys - each one of them ... maybe they do not sometimes realize it, but their actions show something so rare these days in this world of girls with boys names.

Of course, there will be people who will tell me that my six men also have flaws. But for me, "love covers everything, believes everything, hopes everything, suffers everything. The love will never perish." ... and who am I to go over love just to insist on the mistakes?

For the six, Aurel, Liviu, Sorin, Luca, Mihai and Dan, I love you!