Tribute.

This is a tribute to the nice girls.

To the nice girls who are over looked, who become friends and nothing more, who spend hours fixating upon their looks, their personalities and their actions because it must be that they are doing something wrong. This is for the girls who don’t give 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 an homage to the girls who laugh loud and often, who are comfortable in skirts, sweats and combat boots, who care more than they should for guys that don’t deserve their attention. 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 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 only to watch him chase after the first blonde in a skirt. This is for the girls who have been told they’re too good or too smart or too pretty, who have been given compliments as a way of breaking off a relationship, who ever been told they are only wanted as a friend. 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 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 they don’t want you, it’s that they don’t want anyone. This is for the girls who have their hearts broken and their hopes dashed by someone to cavalier to have cared in the first place;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 when you choose friends, you seldom choose those which make you cry yourself to sleep.This is for the despair you all felt as you sat ion the aftermath of you tears, knowing that, That night the only companionship you’ll have is a pillow and teddy bear. This 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’ve ever wanted. This is for the hugs you’ve received from your female friends, for the nights they’ve reassured you that you are beautiful, intelligent, amazing, loyal and truly worthy of a great guy.

Creds to stixtches .