<drafted 10.21.10. finished 05.03.12>
“Girls like you remind me that I’m lonely.”
I see you and your glittery gay FB statuses. Your 5369974 pictures of ❤ on Instagram. Your “Love you @babe” Tweet conversations. Your shiny new diamond. And I’m so happpy that you’re happy. I am the first person to nominate myself for bridesmaids, to “Like” the post and to comment on the picture. You are the reason why I still believe in love. Love has to be real… Look how ridiculously happy you are. And I know how absolutely possible falling in love is. I’ve been there before. I used to be you. Until I fell in love with a guy like you.
Guys like you remind me that I’m lonely.
I see you and your handsome ass. Your “single” relationship status. Your text messages. And I’m the first person to comment on your uplifting FB status, or “Like” that picture. But I take note of all the other girls who do too. And although I’d love to believe that we may have something, I know better. Because I know all the signs, and can see through all the half-truths. I’ve been on the other end of your tricks of the trade. I know better than to get close to a guy like you. But I’m lonely. So I keep falling for guys like you.
Like you, for instance.
