This is for the girls who understand that they aren't perfect and neither are the guys they're interested in.. This is for the girls who flirt and laugh and worry and obsess over the slightest glance, whisper or touch because somehow they are able to keep alive that hope that maybe, just 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 even deserve their attention.. This one's for the girls who you can take home to mom but won't because it's easier to sleep with some 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 true for the moment or never real to begin with.. This is for the girls who have allowed a guy into their head and their heart and their bed only to discover he's just not ready, he's just not over her, 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 he doesn't want you, it's that he doesn't want anyone.. This is for the girls who have had their hearts broken and their hopes shattered by someone too cavalier to have cared in the first place.. This is for the nights spent disecting 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, standing a little too near, or whispering 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 he didn't want you.. I honor you for the night his dog died or his grandmother died or the night 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 the right way then perhaps he'd realize what it was that he already had, YOU.. This is for the night you realized that it would never happen and how the sun didn't seem to shine the same the next morning.. This is for the "I really like you so let's still be friends" comment after you read more into a situation then he ever intended.. This is for never realizing that just like you chose your friends, you chose the ones which eventually make you cry yourself to sleep.. This is for the girls who have been used and abused and endured what he was giving because at least it was something.. This is for the stupidity of the nights we believed that something was better than nothing, though his something was nothing we'd ever wanted.. This is for the girls who have been satisfied with too little and who have learned to never expect anything anymore and 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.. This is for the hugs you've received from your girls, for the nights they've reassured you that you are beautiful and intelligent and amazing and truly worthy of a great guy.. This is for the heartaches and the headaches, the laughter and the tears, how you love him and hate him and wish he would just die even though you know, you would die without him.. This one, is for us girls...This is for the girl who does not strive to be perfect for the world... but strives to be perfect for you. This is for the girl who still sees everything she ever wanted wrapped up in everything that you are. This is for that girl who still remembers the first thing you ever said to her. This is for the girl who has spent years memorizing every little quirk about you. This is for her, the one who wants nothing more than to be there for you and love you the way she knows only she could. The girl who waited for you after you lost the big game, and knew that the last thing you wanted to do was hear more patronizing, so she just sat there with you, so you weren't alone. The girl who felt the pain you felt and saw the tears in your eyes and had to muster all the power in her not to cry with you, to try to take some of your pain and make it her own. This is for the girl who sees a little bit of you in every boy she meets. She sees these similarities because she looks for boys who possess them, although it may very well be an unconscious thing. She seeks boys like you, but still knows deep down in her heart that no one will ever compare. This is for the girl who stands idly by, watching you fall in and out of love with girls who aren't her, girls she will never be. This is for the girl who has tried everything in her power to make you see yourself as she sees you. This is for her... the one who relates every sad song, book, or movie to the way she feels about you. This is for the girl who knows your flaws and values them as much as she does your strong points. This is for the girl who still can't bring herself to hate you, although you probably deserve it. This is for her...the one girl who had the courage to give you her entire heart, knowing full well that you would only abuse it. This is for the girl who realizes that all of her efforts are in vain, but cares so much about you that she still manages not to regret a single moment spent with you. She realizes that she will never have your heart, but she will carry the image of you inside of hers forever. This is for that girl...she still cries herself to sleep, but let's you think she's okay just so you don't have to feel a pang of guilt. This is the girl who sees in you everything you can not see yourself. She sees everything that you can be, and everything that you already are. She sees all of this and she loves you anyway, even though you can't love her back. This is for those girls...
