I’m the girl that will treat you as a friend. The one that will always stay at an arm’s length. The one that will love to be loved but, when she is loved, she no longer wants love. The one that doesn’t understand love, romantic love that is, because nobody showed her how it worked. The one who’s been single most of her life out of choice not only because she has not found her person but because she doesn’t know the ropes of love.
I’m that girl.
The girl who is furiously typing this on her cellphone notes because she just feels like doing so. The one who is at home on a  Saturday night on her bed with her cat because this is my kind of fun. The one that prefers missing hang-outs on the weekend to think about life, but where is this going to take her?
Maybe someday I’ll find someone in the same boat. Someday, I’ll learn to love, but I highly doubt it’s going to be next Monday.
I’m the girl the guys hate to love.
I’m an indecisive motherf*cker that can talk countless of hours with you, show you plenty of interest (maybe you’ll think I’m even hitting on you) and then disappear. I’m like a shooting star, you’ll see just a glimpse of who I really am but never a whole lot.
The hopeless romantic and the heartless bitch. The one that will get her heartbroken from the guy she never dated but will break her boyfriend’s heart just because she is not ready for a relationship. The girl that is going to change your life when you meet her but she is going to ruin you when she leaves. It’s not on purpose but this is me.
I am that girl.
The one that will treat you as a friend, but will always want to be your girlfriend. I am the girl who is crushing on you HARD, but will never dare tell you because she doesn’t want to get hurt.
I am the eternally single girl in all of her friend groups.
The pretty one with no dates.
The smart one with no one to debate.
The funny one with lame jokes to share.
I’m the girl all her friends love to see single. The one that gets hit on by different guys but nobody pleases her. The one that will probably end up alone. The one that is “wife-material” but only wants a fling.
I am her.