To the Guy Who Never Listened,
As I’m sitting in your apartment tonight, I realize that I’m in love with you.
I love your smile. I love your laugh. I love the way you nod your head when you blast James Taylor and the Eagles. I love the way you wake me up at 4 a.m. to make me laugh when your neighbors are doing something stupid. I love the way you make me feel.
You make me feel alive. You make me feel special. You make me feel like I’m actually having a memorable college experience.
As I’m sitting in your apartment tonight, I realize something else, too.
I realize that you aren’t in love with me. You don’t ask what my favorite song is. You don’t ask how I like my coffee. You don’t ask about my family.
While I know how amazing you are, I wish you would listen to how amazing I am. I wish you would ask me about my family, about my dog, about what my favorite color is.
I wish you would ask me how I like my coffee, but I know you won’t. And whilst I’m angry with you, I also want to thank you.
Thank you for making me realize that I am important and that I am worth so much. Thank you for reminding me that I deserve someone better than you––someone who knows what I order for brunch and will take me home to his mother.
I’ll find someone who appreciates my sense of humor and quick wit. If you listened, maybe that someone would be you. If you listened, I think you would have been surprised at what you found.
The girl who listened––the girl who cared.