Dear Men,
We are about to embark on a journey through the mind of a woman. This woman knows what love is, but she also knows what love is not. She has seen it through and through. She experienced the thick, the thin, the long ends too long to bear, and the short ends that leave one begging for more. She understands that love is the best feeling one could ever imagine, but at the same time the feeling of having her heart gouged out with a melon scooper and annihilated with a meat cleaver, left with an un-relenting, gaping hole in her chest. As I take you through her dark mind, you will find light behind closed doors; you will find cobwebs draping over lifeless silhouettes; you will find open doors that led to pain and were walked directly into without regret; you will find corners that have been shamelessly fled in such a way that the opening was left agape. We plead with you to learn something, not only about this girl, but take something from her, and place it in your heart. Carry it with you and pull it out when you slowly begin to realize that these feelings are concrete, real, and common among women.
Beginning with conception of love. Love is all a female cares about, no matter how much she doesn't want to believe it. It's all she thinks about. It also can be, on occasion, all she talks about. You may find this strange, depending on your personal perception of love. Females have a special talent of confusing the term "love." They will twist it, break off pieces of it, gnaw on it, misplace parts, find them, tape the pieces back together, and break them again. Some females fall in love with the idea of love. They confuse themselves and tell someone they love them, when really, they are only searching for comfort. Those who truly fall in love are the intelligent. They are the females who look for more than a pretty face and a smile for a relationship. When these fragile beings fall in love, there is no turning back. Once they have fallen, they have fallen flat on their face and at that point, there is little hope of ever getting back on their feet. An intelligent girl who is truly in love will do anything and everything for that counterpart. She will drive endless miles; she will wait endless hours; she will spend countless days of unrest and lack of sleep; she will cry an infinite number of tears, and spend ungodly amounts of money for him. The only thing she doesn't yet realize is that males rarely feel this way, and when they do, they shy away, but that's beside the point. The girl will continuously try until her heart stops beating. Her fingers will bleed as she toils and sweats in the remorseful agony of her attempts. Then the male component enters the scene. He enters, and then leaves. He leaves without regret, without remorse, without humility, and without glancing back. Slowly, but surely, she begins to fade. Her heart, her love, and everything inside of her fades like the flowers in winter. A change takes place in her mind. She will twist and mangle all of it in her head. It always becomes her fault. It always has been her fault. She doesn't see what she could have done to mess this one up. The one that mattered. How could something this important just fall away? She will become a creature of the past. She wades in the waters of what once was and she will drown there. She will turn into something she never meant to be. She becomes a monster, an empty shell of what she once was. Her light will fade and there will no longer be sunlight behind her eyes. She will fall into space and time and become an apprehensive monster. She will worry about every relationship she will have from then on. She will over analyze herself. She will put herself through strange patterns just to quench the burning in her chest. There will be a constant yearning in her chest, and she relieves it by finding distractions. She will hoist herself into diets, crazes, people, religions, parties, and materials that will never help. This one woman has one friend, one best friend. This friend knows exactly what she has been through, in fact, they went through exactly the same thing. Finally, they decide to become brutal, callous heartbreakers. They decide to only be in it for a piece of ass, just one of the boys. So they turn up the sex appeal 200 percent and lay on the charm. A different boy every week and a boy on each arm. Conniving playerettes. Every boys nightmare.
The power you men hold! If you only understood what your "harmless words" mean to these girls! God said "it's not good for man to be alone." He never mentioned anything about woman, right? They're here for your pleasure, right? Be aware, guys. Stay on your toes. Be always on your guard. These girls can pull that power right out from under you. Treat them with respect, just the way they were supposed to be treated. If you love her, tell her and don't run from her. If she tells you she loves you, nine times out of ten, she doesn't know what she's talking about. If she really loves you, she'll wait for it and the second you leave, she'll tell you straight up. She'll might cry, but the strange thing about tears is that they're like rain and never come when you want them to. Hold these girls dear to your hearts. Don't play with them, they get too attached. Talk to her even if she's busy. Let her know you're there if she needs you. She's not a piece of meat to be bought and sold, she's a human being, and a woman at that, so treat her like one. Hold her even when she tells you she doesn't want it. Smile at her sometimes. Build her confidence, because when you walk away, all she will have is what you left. Stand for what you believe in. God didn't make junk, humans did, so stick to your roots. We are sick of men being cowards. Consider it a privilege, and find it in your hollow chest to be the man you were made to be.
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