The Greatest Irony of Love

The greatest irony of love is loving the right person at the wrong time, having the wrong person when the time is right and finding out you love someone right after that person walks out of your life. And sometimes, you think you're already over a person, but when you see them smile at you, you'll suddenly realize that you're just pretending to be over them just to ease the pain of knowing that they will never be yours again. For some, they think that letting go is one way of expressing how much you love the person. In my opinion, some are afraid to see the one they love being held by someone else. Most relationships tend to fail not because of the absence of love. Love is always present. It's just that one was being loved too much & the other was being loved too little. As we all know, the heart is the center of the body. But it beats on the left. Maybe that's the reason why the heart is always right. Most often, we fall in love with the person we think we love. But to only discover that for them, we are just for past times, while the one who TRULY loves us remains either afriend or a stranger. So here's a piece of advice, let go when you're hurting too much. Give up when love isn't enough, & move on when things are not like before. For sure, there is someone out there whowill love you even more.

This is all to the NICEST GIRLS who are overlooked, who become friends & nothing more, who spend hours fixating upon their looks & their personalities & their actions because it must be they that are doing something wrong. This is for the girls who don't give it up on the first date, who don't want to play mind games, who provide a comforting hug & a supportive audience for a story they've heard a thousand times. This is for the girls who understand that they aren't perfect & that the guys they're interested in aren't either, for the girls who flirt & laugh & worry & obsess over the slightest glance,whisper, touch, because somehow they are able to keep alive that hopethat maybe... maybe this time he'll have understood. This is homage to the girls who laugh loud & often, who are comfortable in skirts & sweats & combat boots, who care more than they should for guys who don't deserve their attention. This is for those girls who have been in the trenches, who have watched other girls time & time again fake up & makeup & mess up the guys in their lives without saying a word. This is forthe girls who have been there from the beginning & have heard the trite words of advice, from "there are plenty of fish in the sea," to"time heals all wounds." This is to honor those girls who know that guys are just as scared as they are, who know that they deserve better, who are seeking to find it.

This is for the girls who have left sad song lyrics in their away messages, who have tried to make someone understand & through asubliminally appealing profile, who have time & time again dropped their male friend hint after hint after hint only to watch him chase after the first girl in a skirt. This is for the girls who have that they're too good or too smart or too pretty, who have been given compliments as a way of breaking off a relationship, who have ever been told they are only wanted as a friend.

This is for the girls who have to pretend it doesn't hurt because she knows that even though her friends say "you're better off without him"or "he doesn't deserve you", she knows that their words were from the heart, but they don't mend hers. This is for the girl who poured her heart into something hoping he'd realize how much he meant to her & how much she meant to him, only to discover that she meant nothing to him all along. This is for the girl who had followed her heart, threw away her inhibitions, thought she had triumphed over all the obstacles, only to find out that her Prince Charming had returned to his "ex-princess". This is for all the nights she listened to every song they heard together, replayed all the times he told her he loved her, looked at every picture they had together, & thought if only she could figure out the exact moment she lost him. This is for all the times she had told herself to be strong & Let it go, only to find herself calling her best friend at three in the morning to tell her she thinks she's going crazy because he won't get out of her mind. This is for all the best friends who never faltered to try & pick up their friendsfrom off the floor to give them a hug they know they need. This is for the countless nights they stayed up together trying to find an explanation for a "true love" gone wrong. This is for how bad it hurt coming up with no conclusion.

This is for the girl who swore to never let anyone hurt her that bad again, only to find herself falling for someone who poured salt on that wound. For the girl who needed someone there for her after a bad break up, only to discover that months into it, he had hurt her & used her more than she had been with the previous. This is for the girl who gets called his "true love" on the phone, his "future wife" to her family, & "just a friend" to his friends & other girls. This is for the many times he had walked back into her life & left, just as quick. This is for the girl who took a risk on the guy that swore they were special, gave herself to him, & was left with nothing more than bruises.

This one's for the girls who you can take home to mom, but won't because it's easier to sleep with a whore than foster a relationship; this is for the girls who have been led on by words & kisses & touches, all of which were either only true for the moment, or never real tobegin with. This is for the girls who have allowed a guy into their head & heart only to discover that he's just not ready, he's just not over his ex, 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 had their hearts broken & their hopes dashed by someone too cavalier to have cared in the first place; this is for the nights spent dissecting every word & syllable & 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, or standing a little too near, or talking a little too softly for the girl he's with to be a random hookup. This is for the girls who have endured party after party in his presence, finally having realizedthat it wasn't that he didn't want a relationship: it was that he didn't want you.

This is for the night you realized that it would never happen, & the sunrise you saw the next morning after failing to sleep. This is forthe "I really like you, so let's still be friends" comment after you read more into a situation than 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 hugs you've received from your female friends, for the nights they've reassured you that you are beautiful & intelligent & amazing & loyal & truly worthy of a great guy; this is for the despair you all felt as you sat in the aftermath of your tears, knowing that that night the onlyc ompanionship you'd have was with a pillow & your teddy bear. This is for the girls who have been used & 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'd have ever wanted. Thisis for the girls who have been satisfied with too little & who have learned never to expect anything more: 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.