I am here for the girls who understand that they aren't perfect and neither are the guys they're interested in !
I am here 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 !
I give 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 . . .
I respect 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 . . .
I support 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 . . .
I listen to 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 . . .
I help 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.
I am here for the girls who have had their hearts broken and their hopes shattered by someone too cavalier to have cared in the first place . . .
I accept 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, standing a little too near, or whispering a little too softly for the girl he's with to be a random hookup . . .
I understand 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 !!!
I am glad for the night you realized that it would never happen and how the sun didn't seem to shine the same the next morning.
I hate the "I really like you so let's still be friends" comment after you read more into a situation then he ever intended !
I forgive you, for never realizing that just like you chose your friends, you chose the ones which eventually make you cry yourself to sleep . . .
I am there for the girls who have been used and abused and endured what he was giving because at least it was something . . .
I know the stupidity of the nights you believed that something was better than nothing, though his something was nothing you ever wanted.
I dont judge 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.
I bless all 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 . . .
I understand 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 !
I am here to apologize, because i am one of them . . .
Xavier, xXx