The Old Man's Words

"I often ask myself why she trusts me this much? What's that keeps her from doubting my fealty to her? What makes her wait for me when all I have is a feeble promise of seeing her again? Why she troubles herslef with my memories when she doesn't have a glitch of a clue whether I would go back to her?", he told the man he had just met a while ago -- an old man in his late 70s.

The old man smiled, shook his head, cleared his throat and addressed him, 

"Lad, this is what a woman's made of: compassion, innocence, love and sacrifice. She waits for you because she knows your value. All that rests in her heart is faith. To understand a woman is difficult but logical. Her compassion often supersedes all other exigencies that might try to derail her. She comforts a man with all that stays at her disposal. It's her innocence that she trusts a man, brushing aside anything that might cast doubts in her heart about him. She loves unconditionally and always awaits a moment of joy within a painful spell of time. She is ready for any sacrifice that she might have to give in order to win back what's lost. She is a magical representation of God's mastery."

He, who was listening carefully, asked the old man, "What if I don't go back to her, ever? Would she hang on till the very last?"

"Yes, if she is a real woman," the old man replied, "but would you be man enough to go back to her and make her pride herself of loving a gentleman?"

"Oh God", he thought, "do I have to go through all this?"

He stood up, waved a hand to the old man, but something kept revolving in his mind -- the old man's words.