An ode to the girls

An ode to the girls
q To the nice girls who are overlooked, who become friends and nothing more, who spend hours fixating upon their looks and their personalities and their actions because it must be they that are doing something wrong.
q 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 and a supportive audience for a story they've heard a thousand time.
q This is for the girls who understand that they aren't perfect and that the guys they're interested in aren't.
q For the girls who flirt and laugh and worry and obsess over the slightest glance, whisper, touch, because somehow they are able to keep alive that hope that maybe... maybe this time he'll have understood.
q This is homage to the girls who laugh loud and often, who are comfortable in skirts and sweats and combat boots, who care more than they should for guys who don't deserve their attention.
q This is for those girls who have been in the trenches, who have watched other girls time and time again fake up and make up and fuck up the guys in their lives without saying a word.
q This is for the girls who have been there from the beginning and have heard the trite words of advice, from "there is plenty of fish in the sea," to "time heals all wounds."
q This is for the girls who have been there from the beginning and have heard the trite words of advice, from "there is plenty of fish in the sea," to "time heals all wounds."
q This is for the girls who have never been in love, but know that it's an experience that they don't want to miss out on.
q This is for the "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.
q This is for the hugs you've received from your female friends, for the nights they've reassured you that you are beautiful and intelligent and amazing and loyal and 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 only companionship you'd have was with a pillow and your teddy bear.
q This is for the girls who have been used and 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.
q This is for the girls who have been satisfied with too little and who have learned never to expect anything more: for the girls who don't think that they deserve more