INFJ's are a rare breed and from what I've seen, heard and read, INFJ men are even rarer. I've read a few posts asking about how to date an INFJ male, so here's some insight into that, keeping in mind that I'm not speaking for all INFJ men--
To be loved by such a man is not just being loved by a person, but by a force capable of scooping you from the earth, hauling you into the sky and dragging you to Heaven.
It is never having to fight unless you start it.
It is passion and heartache magnified; happiness and frustration multiplied.
It is never letting a lie leave your lips, because your face will tell him the truth.
It's a never-forgotten birthday and an unforgettable anniversary.
It is compromise because it's right, not because you demand it.
It is a fight that never ends and a fuck you don't want to end.
It is a brief and positive response to your long and painful story.
It is to have everything you say before the first intimate experience be considered smalltalk, and everything after that be considered gospel.
It is not a game.
It is surfing instead of a walking on the beach and a full-course homecooked meal instead of dinner at a fancy restaurant.
It is to be transported to a fantastical world and instantly crowned its Goddess (or God).
It is Paradise or Perdition, depending on who pissed him before he came home.
It is the wrong answer to the 'does this look tacky' question.
It is love as he desires it, not as it exists.
To be loved by such a man is not just being loved by a person, but by a force capable of scooping you from the earth, hauling you into the sky and dragging you to Heaven.
It is never having to fight unless you start it.
It is passion and heartache magnified; happiness and frustration multiplied.
It is never letting a lie leave your lips, because your face will tell him the truth.
It's a never-forgotten birthday and an unforgettable anniversary.
It is compromise because it's right, not because you demand it.
It is a fight that never ends and a fuck you don't want to end.
It is a brief and positive response to your long and painful story.
It is to have everything you say before the first intimate experience be considered smalltalk, and everything after that be considered gospel.
It is not a game.
It is surfing instead of a walking on the beach and a full-course homecooked meal instead of dinner at a fancy restaurant.
It is to be transported to a fantastical world and instantly crowned its Goddess (or God).
It is Paradise or Perdition, depending on who pissed him before he came home.
It is the wrong answer to the 'does this look tacky' question.
It is love as he desires it, not as it exists.