To all my good guy friends
You know who you are. I sent you a message yesterday afternoon and now, again, I repeat and beg of you, please do not ever, ever, treat a fine girl like shit. Whether she cares for you or she loves you, whether she’s a girlfriend or she’s a friend whose love for you is something you just can’t return, whoever she may be in your life. Clique-ish as it may sound, think of your mothers, sisters, girl best friends and how you don’t want them to be treated like that by those that you surely would have called as the bastards and jerks of your kind. Dare to be different. Discipline yourselves. Be the nice guys for once if you feel you are not. The rewards are great in return.
I consider each and every single one of you as "good". I think you are deserving of that complement. Strive to prove that to me if you really consider me in return as a good girl friend of yours whom you have a high regard and respect for, whom you wouldn’t want to see shattered.
I don’t want to wash my dirty laundry in public but my ego’s so bruised that I feel so extremely sorry for myself. Up to now, I still don’t regret loving and giving my all to the guy. I gave it freely, without any pretense. I LOVED unconditionally. That at least I was not the villain in the story, if I might just add out of my pride screaming for acknowledgment.
Having a full and complete realization of just how badly I was thought of and treated by the guy who I trusted most gave me that urge to send you my message. Again, I clarify, I’M OVER HIM. Somehow, the laws of karma and Somebody up there made it a point to erase the remaining blindness I had for the guy who I thought was at least worth my friendship and my respect.
I know my anger and hatred are unhealthy. I pray that someday I could forget these emotions so much so that when I bump into the guy in question, I would at least treat him with civility and respect, something that he did not give me as a girlfriend of convenience for the last two and a half years.
And I promise all of you, without really expecting that you’d heed my call, I would never, ever be treated that way again. I know my worth. The next guy who would come along should know and feel well enough that he has to make himself deserving of the love that I could give.
