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To the next guy I fall in love with:
Dear guy,
Don't make me think it's okay to love you if it really isn't. That means, if the feeling is not going to be reciprocated, don't give me the impression that it will be, or I'll let my guard down and send you cards and draw you pictures and make you CDs to signify my love, even if I'm not ready to day "those 3 words" yet. You see, I'm a silly little girl who is too forgiving and gets too absorbed in her feelings, whomever they might be for. And please, please keep your promises. I'm not asking for much, I want nothing more than for you to call without me calling first, and for you to actually answer when I do call. And I promise to be open and communicate with you, even if I'm mad at you, as long as you don't make me feel like I'm so unimportant to you that saying the wrong thing could result in losing you. Just show me that you care (that's if you really do). Don't just tell me, show me. You don't have to relate what we have to Lauryn Hill songs or talk about me in your AIM profile or gush about me in your journal like I do, just let me know how you really feel, because if it's not made clear enough, I'll wonder. And I've learned that wondering just leads to a whole lot of heartbreak for me. And understand that standing someone up does way more than make you look like you have bad time-management skills.
I'm telling you all these things in advance, because when or if you ever come along, it will take a certain level of comfort and security to be established before I can really muster up the courage to tell you all this. My heart has been shoved around a bit, but I promise not to make you pay for the last guy's mistakes. But I need you to promise me the same, because I cannot settle for second best ever again.
See you in the future,
Sincerely, Shanaz Dorsett. 11-28-05 Age 17.
Dear guy,
Don't make me think it's okay to love you if it really isn't. That means, if the feeling is not going to be reciprocated, don't give me the impression that it will be, or I'll let my guard down and send you cards and draw you pictures and make you CDs to signify my love, even if I'm not ready to day "those 3 words" yet. You see, I'm a silly little girl who is too forgiving and gets too absorbed in her feelings, whomever they might be for. And please, please keep your promises. I'm not asking for much, I want nothing more than for you to call without me calling first, and for you to actually answer when I do call. And I promise to be open and communicate with you, even if I'm mad at you, as long as you don't make me feel like I'm so unimportant to you that saying the wrong thing could result in losing you. Just show me that you care (that's if you really do). Don't just tell me, show me. You don't have to relate what we have to Lauryn Hill songs or talk about me in your AIM profile or gush about me in your journal like I do, just let me know how you really feel, because if it's not made clear enough, I'll wonder. And I've learned that wondering just leads to a whole lot of heartbreak for me. And understand that standing someone up does way more than make you look like you have bad time-management skills.
I'm telling you all these things in advance, because when or if you ever come along, it will take a certain level of comfort and security to be established before I can really muster up the courage to tell you all this. My heart has been shoved around a bit, but I promise not to make you pay for the last guy's mistakes. But I need you to promise me the same, because I cannot settle for second best ever again.
See you in the future,
Sincerely, Shanaz Dorsett. 11-28-05 Age 17.