She’s the one you call when you’re bored because she makes you laugh. She’s the one you talk to when you’re feeling down because she’s willing to lend an ear && be a friend. She’s not the one you call when you need a date to your company’s Christmas party or to go dancing with on a Saturday night. She’s the one you spend time with between girlfriends, before you find the one. You know, the one who you keep around in the meantime. She’s not one of the guys, not a tomboy, but you don’t look at her as a real woman either. She’s not catty enough or moody enough to be seen in that light. She’s too laid-back && too easily amused by the same things your male buddies are amused by. She’s too understanding && too comfortable. She doesn’t make you feel nervous or excited the way a real woman does but she’s cool, nice, funny, && attractive enough that when you’re lonely && need female companionship, she’ll do just fine. You don’t have to wine && dine her because she knows the real you already && you don’t have any facades to keep up, no pretenses to preserve. You’re not trying to get anything of substance out of her. She’s not easy but you know that she cares about you && is attracted to you && that she’ll give you the friend you need. You know you don’t have to explain yourself or the situation because she’ll be able to cope with the fact that this isn’t the beginning of a relationship or that there’s any possibility that you have any real romantic feelings for her. It won’t bother her that you’ll go on a date with the woman you’ve been blabbing about for weeks who finally agreed to go out with you. She’ll settle for a goodbye hug && a promise to call her && tell her how the date went. She’s just so cool but deep down if you really think about it, which you probably don’t because to you the situation between the two of you isn’t important enough to merit any real thought, you know that it’s really not fair. You know that although she would never say it, it hurts her to know that despite all her good points && all the fun you two have, you don’t think she’s good enough to spend any real time with. Sure, it’s mostly her fault because she doesn’t have to give in to your needs. She could play the hard-to-get person like the rest of them do if she really wanted to but you both know that she probably couldn’t pull it off. Maybe she’s too tall, her eyes aren’t pretty enough, or she isn’t good enough at soccer but whatever the reason, somehow life has given her a lot of really great qualities but has left out the ones that men want, or think they want, in a woman so she remains forever the funny friend && the steadfast companion while you go on searching for your goddess who will somehow be everything you ever wanted in a woman. You’ll joke to her that she should be the best man at your wedding && she’ll laugh && make a joke about a smelly rental tux. She doesn’t captivate you with her beauty or open doors with her smile. Mainly she blends in with the crowd. She’s safe. She doesn’t want to be the center of attention && turn the heads of everyone in the room but she wants to turn someone’s head. She wants to be special to someone too. We all do. She has feelings. She has a heart. In fact, she probably has a bigger && better heart than any woman you’ve ever known because she’s had a front-row seat to the mess that is your life && she likes you anyway. She obviously sees something worthwhile && redeeming in you because although you’ve given her nothing, absolutely no reason to still be around, she is.
I was not born to insist myself to someone who doesn’t want me. I give love, yes I do. In fact, I easily fall for someone who makes me feel special, But when I sense that the person is starting to get rid of me, I won’t waste time. I won’t wait for them to neglect my presence. Love don’t fade easily, but mark my words. I can contradict my feelings just to make sure I won’t look stupid.
