By Jon Date: 2001 Dec 28 Comment on this Work [[2001.12.28.04.49.31246]] |
"I'll never understand her." is what you said to me, when you were telling me about all the problems you were having with your girl. Of course, I comforted you and told you what and what not to say to make her forgive you, for yet, another stupid thing you did to hurt her...we are friends after all. I really don't understand how I became the middle man in this little twisted game of love the both of you play...well not the both of you, more like you playing twisted games with her. She has a heart you know and her tears are real. While playing the role of middle man in your so-called relationship I have gotten know the girl that you play your sick emotional games with. She's sweet, caring, loving, and she has the most beautiful giggle that I have ever heard. The first time I heard her giggle over the phone I swear I felt beads of sweat make its way down the back of my neck. Did you feel like that the first you made her laugh? When was the last time you made her smile? When was the last time she said "I love you" back to you and really meant it? The sad thing is I know more about her then you do...and it's not that hard to get to know her, she is a very open and revealing person. Truly genunie. A real gem. A diamond in the rough if you will. Do you think she is? If not, then there must be something wrong with you. You have been given one of the greatest gifts any right-minded man would kill for. She is everything you or even I could ask for, but you still treat her like trash. The one thing that gets me angrier, other than the fact that you don't apperciate her, is that she actually loves you. She's wonderful, but as for you, well I really don't have the words to describe you. "I'll never understand her" is what you said to me. What I'll never understand, my friend, is how a guy like you got to meet a girl like her...before me. And what I'll never undestand, my friend, is how she can say that she loves you, when she should be saying it to me. |