for all nice girls out there.,.

one interesting write-up that i got from my guy's friend..

Here’s a tribute to you all.To the nice girls who are overlooked,who become friends and nothing more,who spend hours fixating upon their looks and their personalities and their actions because it must be that they are doing something wrong.This is for the girls who don’t give it up on the first date,who don’t want to play mind games,who provide a comforting hug and a supportive audience for a story they’ve heard a thousand times.This is for the girls who understand that they aren’t perfect and that the guys they’re interested in aren’t either,for the girls who flirt and laugh and worry and obsess over the slightest glance,whisper,touch,because somehow they are able to keep alive that hope that maybe…maybe this time he’ll have understood.This is a homage to the girls who laugh loud and often,who are comfortable in skirts and sweats and combat boots,who care more than they should for guys who don’t deserve their attention.This is for those girls who have been in the trenches,who have watched other girls time and time again fake up and make up and fuck up the guys in their lives without saying a word.This is for the girls who have been there from the beginning and have heard the trite words of advice,from"there are plenty of fish in the sea,"to"time heals all wounds."This is to honor those girls who know that guys are just as scared as they are,who know that they deserve better,who are seeking to find it.

This is for the girls who have left sad song lyrics in their away messages,who have tried to make someone understand through a subliminally appealing profile,who have time and time again dropped their male friend hint after hint after hint only to watch him chase after the first blonde girl in a skirt.This is for the girls who have been told that they’re too good or too smart or too pretty,who have been given compliments as a way of breaking off a relationship,who have ever been told they are only wanted as a friend.

This is for the girls who have to pretend it doesn’t hurt because she knows that even though her friends say"you’re better off without him"or"he doesn’t deserve you",she knows that their words were from the heart,but they don’t mend hers.This is for the girl who poured her heart into something hoping he’d realize how much he meant to her and how much she meant to him,only to discover that she meant nothing to him all along.This is for the girl who had followed her heart,threw away her inhibitions,thought she had triumphed over all the obstacles,only to find out that her Prince Charming had returned to his"ex-princess".This is for all the nights she listened to every song they heard together,replayed all the times he told her he loved her,looked at every picture they had together,and thought if only she could figure out the exact moment she lost him.This is for all the times she had told herself to be strong and Let It Go,only to find herself calling her bestfriend at three in the morning to tell her she thinks she’s going crazy because he won’t get out of her mind.This is for all the bestfriends who never faltered to try and pick up their friends from off the floor to give them a hug they know they need.This is for the countless nights they stayed up together trying to find an explanation for a"true love"gone wrong.This is for how bad it hurt coming up with no conclusion.

This is for the girl who swore to never let anyone hurt her that bad again,only to find herself falling for someone who poured salt on that wound.For the girl who needed someone there for her after a bad break up,only to discover that months into it,he had hurt her and used her more than she had been with the previous.This is for the girl who gets called his"true love"on the phone,his"future wife"to her family,and "just a friend" to his friends and other girls.This is for the many times he had walked back into her life and left,just as quick.This is for the girl who took a risk on the guy that swore they were special,gave herself to him,and was left with nothing more than bruises.

This one’s for the girls who you can take home to mom,but won’t because it’s easier to sleep with a whore than foster a relationship;this is for the girls who have been led on by words and kisses and touches,all of which were either only true for the moment,or never real to begin with.This is for the girls who have allowed a guy into their head and heart and bed,only to discover that he’s just not ready,he’s just not over his ex,he’s just not looking to be tied down;this is for the girls who believe the excuses because it’s easier to believe that it’s not that they don’t want you,it’s that they don’t want anyone.This is for the girls who have had their hearts broken and their hopes dashed by someone too cavalier to have cared in the first place;this is for the nights spent dissecting every word and syllable and inflection in his speech,for the nights when you’ve returned home alone,for the nights when you’ve seen from across the room him leaning a little too close,or standing a little too near,or talking a little too softly for the girl he’s with to be a random hookup.This is for the girls who have endured party after party in his presence,finally having realized that it wasn’t that he didn’t want a relationship:it was that he didn’t want you.

I honor you for the night his friend died or his grandmother died or his little brother crashed his car and you held him,thinking that if you only comforted him just right,or said the right words,or rubbed his back in the right way then perhaps he’d realize what it was that he already had.This is for the night you realized that it would never happen,and the sunrise you saw the next morning after failing to sleep.This is for the"I really like you,so let’s still be friends"comment after you read more into a situation than he ever intended;this is for never realizing that when you choose friends,you seldom choose those which make you cry yourself to sleep.This is for the hugs you’ve received from your female friends,for the nights they’ve reassured you that you are beautiful and intelligent and amazing and loyal and truly worthy of a great guy;this is for the despair you all felt as you sat in the aftermath of your tears,knowing that that night the only companionship you’d have was with a pillow and your teddy bear.This is for the girls who have been used and abused,who have endured what he was giving because at least he was giving something;this is for the stupidity of the nights we’ve believed that something was better than nothing,though his something was nothing we’d have ever wanted.This is for the girls who have been satisfied with too little and who have learned never to expect anything more:for the girls who don’t think that they deserve more,because they’ve been conditioned for so long to accept the scraps thrown to them by guys.

I feel your pain girls.. Because I myself, are one of them..