Sure she has a million followers in social media and monopolizes looks where she steps, How not to love her? She has well-made implants, a toned abdomen and a perfect peachy bum. Someone like me, instead, doesn’t have much to offer, I am little thing; something like going with you to the movies and not closing the damn mouth to tell you all the cultural information I know about the film, talk about the director and photography (may make up a bit, give me my credit). I will not bother you with my book in turn, in fact I am very jealous to narrate them, I would prefer you to read it too. I am the unattractive type that is going to celebrate with you every insignificant thing and I will offend you more severely than anyone when you are wrong, but I will stay there. If something like that, I’m the type that stays…

I am not modest at all and that can make you hate me, after all, what am I? If not a girl with average brown eyes. I will always believe myself cleverer than you, you can’t handle something like this and you know it, although I confess that I will enjoy it in silence whenever you teach me something new. Anyway, good news and bad news; Im the kind of girl who will take care of your dreams like their were my own, but I will never let you to touch my wings. Never. 

I’m pretty honest and when something bothers me beware! The list is endless, headed by human coldness. Why do you want a radical soul? Your half-orange sounds more like a peaceful woman without many ideas of her own. And that’s not all! You cannot even throw a gum in the street without causing me an attack; you know how many birds dies a year because of that?                                                                                                                              Undoubtedly you’re right, I and those who are like me were not your type, stick with the girl of the curves, will make your life simpler. Simple more than anything. So my dear friend, do not try to make yourself interesting and persuade a specimen as this one. Remember that if you disappoint me flowers are not an option, I prefer artificial, those that can never die.

I’ll give you some advice: run away while you can. Before you think you’re in love because you watched my laughter collapsed on a rug, eating pizza with nothing but your shirt on, or because I quote you a sentence that gave you five minutes of depth, heed me, you’ll thank me later. Let me continue to complicate myself, prepare dinner for someone else and find the passion I need in a painting, in an old movie or in that city that nobody cares about.

PS: «I could tell you a million stories about the ones that got away, but i’d rather tell you about the one who had the guts to stay.»