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Its amazing how girls rather fall for the wrong one when the right guy is right in front of their faces. Why does the nice guy finish last? It is because we as girls as just blind at the realization a guy can possibly be remotely as sweet as those dreamy guys we drool over in romance movies and novels? Or is it because we simply want the challenge a “bad boy” would provide us? The most facetious aspect of it all is we go to the nice guy’s shoulder to cry on. Or even sometimes ponder if this guy I am using would be a better guy for me. At the end the nice guy finish last, those sweet romantic men girls crave for is simply a daydream, even if that guy who is ready to be “the guy of your dreams” it just passes by, because we are simply blind. It takes a couple of falls and bruises to finally realize the prince charming has been waiting by your side all along. But now it is too late because your prince has given up waiting, and true love will always only be in the air but never in the heart where you wish it could be, or even hope it exist in your life.
I heard from many people that when a guy truly “loves” you they would be willing to go through hell and back. I have yet to experience such a myth myself, I congratulate those who have experience it. Its like seeing a meteor shower, not everyone seen it, but somehow they believe they will see it someday. The word “love” has been abused and should simply be abolish. Why we need such a powerful word, like an atomic bomb killing everything in a person. Once it is misused its whole meaning has been derailed and hollowed. The euphoric aspect of all this craziness is the hope for dreams to come to reality, for love to exist not only in air, for the craving of ones true dedication, and for the respect from a person you as well share all these emotions with.
It is scary to put yourself out in the line hoping the right person would rescue you. It is even scarier to put your all, mind and heart, to finally realize at the end of the road you didn’t need to, or is even grateful for doing such a inane thing. It’s been a long while since I have broken down into tears late at night. I use to believe it is a healthy way to express emotions. But I am utterly wrong; I hate the feeling and the thoughts that run through my head during that darkness. Each tear that rolls down my cheek resembles every piece of my broken heart, and the puddle of tears conveys my pains and all my loneliness.
Is it that hard to want someone to care for me, put me first, and treat me as a princess in his eyes? Without a doubt I would do the same, my only problem is finding someone that would care of me the way I want to be cared for. I want to be like the Notebook, having someone that loves me even when gravity has taken its toll. I want the happy ending in every romantic movie. I not only want but feel I deserve it. I believe all women deserve it. I truly thought Jessica Simpson found it, the prince charming. Often times I wish I had that, I imagine being in her shoes having everything, but it all went to an end, like many Hollywood romances. I can say I lost some sort of hope, or even started to believe I am just simply a big dreamer. I don’t see what is so wrong in dreaming of something and one lucky day for it to become a reality. And if it never does happen, at least you know it existed in your dreams. Sometimes it’s better to have something to hold on to than nothing at all. But a realist would argue otherwise.
I hate this month….it just simply makes me sad. It is even worst knowing I am having a miserable time dealing with it.
I heard from many people that when a guy truly “loves” you they would be willing to go through hell and back. I have yet to experience such a myth myself, I congratulate those who have experience it. Its like seeing a meteor shower, not everyone seen it, but somehow they believe they will see it someday. The word “love” has been abused and should simply be abolish. Why we need such a powerful word, like an atomic bomb killing everything in a person. Once it is misused its whole meaning has been derailed and hollowed. The euphoric aspect of all this craziness is the hope for dreams to come to reality, for love to exist not only in air, for the craving of ones true dedication, and for the respect from a person you as well share all these emotions with.
It is scary to put yourself out in the line hoping the right person would rescue you. It is even scarier to put your all, mind and heart, to finally realize at the end of the road you didn’t need to, or is even grateful for doing such a inane thing. It’s been a long while since I have broken down into tears late at night. I use to believe it is a healthy way to express emotions. But I am utterly wrong; I hate the feeling and the thoughts that run through my head during that darkness. Each tear that rolls down my cheek resembles every piece of my broken heart, and the puddle of tears conveys my pains and all my loneliness.
Is it that hard to want someone to care for me, put me first, and treat me as a princess in his eyes? Without a doubt I would do the same, my only problem is finding someone that would care of me the way I want to be cared for. I want to be like the Notebook, having someone that loves me even when gravity has taken its toll. I want the happy ending in every romantic movie. I not only want but feel I deserve it. I believe all women deserve it. I truly thought Jessica Simpson found it, the prince charming. Often times I wish I had that, I imagine being in her shoes having everything, but it all went to an end, like many Hollywood romances. I can say I lost some sort of hope, or even started to believe I am just simply a big dreamer. I don’t see what is so wrong in dreaming of something and one lucky day for it to become a reality. And if it never does happen, at least you know it existed in your dreams. Sometimes it’s better to have something to hold on to than nothing at all. But a realist would argue otherwise.
I hate this month….it just simply makes me sad. It is even worst knowing I am having a miserable time dealing with it.