A very strong woman, a true Heroine, does not need a man who is weak; one who yells, screams, or otherwise makes a scene--to get her attention-who seeks a mother-figure in her.
A true Heroine commands the presence and essence of a real man, a trueHero. A man, who is a lot stronger than she is, at his essence; yet he is always present in grace, love and elegance. Just the way her presence would command him to be.
A man, as such, who, in her weak moment, would carry her through that brief period, unnoticeably. As such that, when she 'needed him,' she would never feel herself weak--merely that he would appear to be a tad closer to her, than on normal days. He would do this in a fashion that appeared as deeper intimacy. In his strength she would find and reclaim hers; as she received his energy and strength, as hers, refilled, refuelled, ready; being herself again--ever so beautiful. Owning him, him owning her, fully, completely, holding one another completely free.
That is what a true Hero is.
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