So, I have this friend. This friend is a she, a beatiful woman who doesn't even know it, and she has a problem. She falls for guys. She falls for them a lot, and falls for them fast. Sometimes, these guys don't seem ideal for her, in my opinion.
But then again, what's my opinion supposed to mean when it's up to her to love whom she wants? All I can do is say my piece and let her choose. And I always pray that she will choose right.
But here's the problem.
I love her to death, and I don't like that she has to deal with this s**t. All the pain and suffering, just because she loves this guy who won't love her back.
I'm sick of seeing it. I'm sick of seeing her heart break-- and it's never her fault.
I'm sick of these men using her.
That's one thing that I understand-- being used. I know what it's like to be told you are loved, and then to later find out that it was 'only convenient'. That you could never compare to the one he really loved, or this life that he already had. This life, that he didn't want interrupted.
And that's all that we women usually ever all-- interruptions. A lot of men see us as a stack of papers in the way. If they knock us over, we tumble and fall and tear apart, and we can't put ourselves back together. So what do they do?
They use you instead. Instead of knocking you over to end it before it's begun, they decided to use you for whatever purpose they need, and then when they've hit the bottom of the stack, they leave. They don't care anymore.
They want their normal life back.
And then we're all used up with no one to go to.
I know this feeling. I understand what it's like.
I wish she would talk to me more. I want to know her problems. I want to know what she's thinking and where it hurts, and I want to know how to fix it.
I want to be able to tell her that there are other men out there, better men, she just has to keep her chin up and keep looking. I want to tell her that pining won't get you anywhere, it'll only hold you back, and you can't grow, you can't be happy if you're held back. You'll be stunted, premature.
You'll never know your potential until you meet someone who amplifies it.
How did I do this?
I met him. He was right under my nose, and I didn't notice the first four or five times-- you never do. You have to keep searching. Perhaps the search isn't somewhere new, but rather somewhere old. Maybe he's been right there, under your nose.
Maybe he's not.
But you'll never know until you pick up your nose and chin and give a smile to the world, and know that know matter what, you'll find him. You just have to be patient. Don't jump in until you know that it's right.
Don't be a stack of paper that's used because it's in the way-- wait for the one person that can fold you and mold you into the most beautiful origami-- because you can't bring about your full beauty with only yourself.
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