Falling for is something completely, indescribably magical. It’s so amazing that you can meet people who change the way you view the whole structure of your life.
It can happen in the blink of an eye, almost too quick.
But sometimes you don’t figure out someone isn’t as good of a person as they seem until it's too late. I always fall for guys who are toxic, who will break me before they ever make me better.
I fall for the guys that love themselves more than they’ll ever love a girl.
I know exactly why I do it, too: I want to fix people and make them better. Some part of me thinks I can make the douche a keeper, that I can save him from himself.
For some reason, I always think I can be the girl who turns his heart to gold.
But I can’t, and I never will. So I just need to stop. I should hold back and save my feelings for the guy that really, truly cares about me.
I’ve been wading through a pool of douche-bags when I should be tanning on the shore until the right guy comes along.
He’ll be the guy who treats me like a queen, the guy who helps me fall in love not only with him but with myself all over again.
If I keep letting these scumbags into my life, they're going to rip my heart apart until it can't be repaired anymore.
That’s the difference between dating a douche and dating a keeper—the douche can never build you up. They’re literally a wrecking ball.
Crushing on and dating a long string of jerkwads had brought me to such a low place that I almost didn’t see my worth anymore. That's what toxic men do to any girl, no matter how strong.
I’m letting that destruction go. I will not be defined by the guys who don’t know how to treat a woman.
Even if I have to wait until I’m on my death bed (jk, I’d prefer not to have to wait THAT long), I’ll hold out for this amazing guy I know is out there.
Until then, I’m saying peace out to all the douche-canoes. You have no place in my life any more.
I’m holding out for my keeper.