An Open Letter to the One Too Blind to See It

Dear Man of My Dreams, The jealousy is real. The moment I met you, I was smitten. I knew in an instant that I would have feelings for you for years and was not the least bit surprised when we started talking. I was even less surprised when we had actual undeniable chemistry. Why you? Perhaps it's the way you make me laugh until I can't breathe, or your uniquely colored eyes. But honestly, it's the way you make me feel like I am a twelve year old girl who can't wait to fall in love. Not to mention, that you have more integrity than I ever have, and a work ethic that would put mine to shame. Point blank, I am attracted to you and your personality. The you, you think I haven't noticed or don't know or understand. I don't care about the superficial things that every other girl is after. In case you haven't noticed, I support myself. It's unfortunate though, that your pride combined with your failure to face your feelings, will ruin what could have been. It's so nice that Social Media reminds me daily of how you clearly really feel.... Not only from the first time we dated, but then the second... And now the third. In case I began to believe that I had imagined it or was somehow misinterpreting it all. Now older, a little bit smarter, and a little bit more experienced (with you), I recognize that your meaningless banter, then, was simply your way of saying "notice me." So let me ask you this... If you wanted me to notice you, why when you had my attention, did you proceed to sabotage it? Maybe that's a question, I don't want to know the answer to. But, must you insist on dating girls I personally know? Trust me, I notice. I notice, before anyone else notices. You already have my attention. The point is, this isn't high school. There are other places to fish. So why do you keep casting the line, where I swim? Maybe it's the length of time that bothers me. I feel like I've known you the longest, and probably the best... At least between these meaningless relationships you insist on having. I don't blame you. Compared to me, they are absolutely stunning women. Who wouldn't want them? And, maybe that's the problem. Maybe I'm not that picture perfect female that looks like she belongs in your circle. But, when your friends are married, your immediate family is gone, siblings and cousins too far too visit... What will you be left with? A girl whose personality has been a facade... a girl you once thought would make the perfect wife because of how photogenic she is. Personality? Preferably one that wasn't stolen from my social media page. It's important. It's important, because when you add the 20 lbs and the 20 years, the only only thing that will matter is a girl that loves you unconditionally. A girl that you genuinely click with. Love you, including all your faults. Love you, despite how blind you are.