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Why do men not understand that having a woman in your life is a blessing and not something to be taken for granted? Tell her you love her one minute and calling her a “bitch” the next. Girls should be treated like princesses no matter what the circumstance is. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a strong believer in the saying “Nice guys finish last”, but that should not be used as an excuse to treat them as if they are a cheat sheet to a test that you have already taken. Constantly complaining about the games women play but not knowing that these games are just icons of the insecurities in which men have downloaded onto the memory of their hard drives. Firewalls are immediately put up to block the so called virus we call “compliments”. All because of that one guy she dated in the past that couldn’t control himself. Woman’s tears should be an antique only sold to the shoulders of men who actually care. Men need to realize that no matter how “tough” a woman may seem, everything you say to her is taken to heart. Especially if she is in love with you. A man should never tell a woman that he loves them unless he truly means it. If you have somebody who is actually willing to do anything in this world to make you happy, and you decide to use her for her body or whatever it may be, you don’t even deserve for her to even acknowledge your existence. I know exactly how the love of my life is going to be treated. Like a Goddess.
I feel as if every time I call you beautiful the only thing you can think is “I’ve heard this before.” Well here’s my attempt at surprising you. If words could explain how beautiful you really were they would render any one person who spoke them speechless. Sometimes I wonder why God has blessed me with the honor of even knowing of your existence. I’m not the gushy type but when I think of you I have no other choice. Your personality shines like the sun through my blinds at 7 A.M., when it hits me square in the eyes I can’t say anything but “damn.” Everything from your laugh to the way you say “hey” is amazing to me. I want to bathe myself in your thoughts and dry off in the memories that we make together. I want nothing more but for you to trust me. Know that I would never lie to you nor would I ever do anything to hurt you. I want to lay out your insecurities like clothes for the first day of school and wear them just to know how you feel about yourself. If you were with me, I would be the single most happiest man on this earth. Let’s put it this way. If I was Mr. Krabs, you would be my one millionth dollar. I know they say money doesn’t buy happiness but in this case it would. I’m not talking about the “hey my favorite team won the super bowl” type of happiness either. I’m talking about the type of happiness that can only be acquired when your eardrums hear the harmonic sounds that are “I love you” directed only towards you. It’s almost as if one of the Angels dared God to make the most gorgeous specimen he possibly could assemble, and he came up with you. Whenever you are sad I want nothing more but to fix the situation knowing that you don’t deserve anything but sheer joy in your life. I would do anything short of defying God himself to make you happy. But you’ve probably heard this all before.
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I don’t think you’re beautiful. I know you’re beautiful. Words can’t explain how gorgeous you really are. And I’m not just talking about looks when I say these things. Everything you do or say is flawless to me. I love the way you smile, laugh, and even the pointless text conversations we have with each other. Every time you smile I instantly become happy regardless of the state I was in before. When you text me, my day is already made, like if my favorite song plays on the radio, all my attention is directed towards you. I guess it’s true when they say that once you fall for somebody, everything about that person becomes amazing. Well they forgot to mention the part where once you hit this stage things start to get dangerous. Paranoia kicks in. I start to misinterpret everything she says to me as if she wants nothing to do with me. My normal self gets thrown out of the window just to please her. A normal “hey” from her turns into a “you are annoying”. My terrible judgement kicks in and I decide to let her know how I feel. I thought that it was the right thing to do at the time considering a huge load had been lifted off my chest but it was only to be replaced with one twice it’s size. I didn’t get a direct response from her and I could feel her slipping away. She had won. She now has me controlled like a puppet master and I’m on my last string of hope. I try to read into messages knowing they don’t mean anything but it’s the only way to still have a chance with her. I grasp onto every sarcastic joke she tells about us getting “married” one day like a water bottle in the middle of the Sahara desert. I know they are just jokes but when you are this ignorant to the fact that she doesn’t like you, you’ll take what you can get. I can feel her distancing herself away from me. Our usual ongoing texting conversations turn into simple “hellos” and “byes”. I know she has found somebody else that makes her happy and I just have to swallow my pride and understand that you are no longer THE guy. You are just simply a guy she comes to once her and her boyfriend break up because she knows that you’ll actually respond back. And during the 4 months that they are dating you do nothing but come up with ways to stop thinking about her. And when you finally do she decides to randomly text you because her and her boyfriend split. You know you don’t want to respond but you relapse like a recovering alcoholic and proceed to anyways. The girl that completely destroyed your life is back and all you can think about is how beautiful she is. Well correction, how beautiful you know she is.
