The Truth About Guys

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So, you have a crush. Say this crush is somebody that's not completely out of your league, or somebody that you've at least carried on a conversation with. Maybe you're mutual friends with someone on Facebook, but that's not important; you have a crush. Now, either your crush has mutual feelings for you, or he doesn't, but for the sake of this story, we're gonna just assume he does. Now, if your crushes are anything like mine, they definitely are not going to say anything. They aren't going to come to your window at night, with a violinist and flowers... you'd be lucky to be asked out on a date, cause even that's stretching it.

For mine, I've gotta drop the most obvious hints, or even say let's "hangout and catch a movie." But let's be honest, I don't want to hang out. But you get there and surprise...he buys your ticket for you before you even get the chance. This catches you off guard, but to maintain the equality of the situation, you insist you buy snacks then, and you both proceed to watch the rest of the movie that you never really wanted to watch in the first place.

Afterwards, if you're young, you both part ways in your parents' cars, no kiss, maybe hug if you're lucky and your parents aren't watching. The next day at school, his friends are probably gonna make some stupid comment, and he, being the guy that he is, will not stick up for you. You gotta still fight your own battles sweetie, sorry.

So, you talk for a little bit, maybe go on another date or two, FaceTime, or whatever it is you two like to do together. It takes him nearly forever for him to make everything official. Thank god, you were starting to get worried you'd been in the friend zone all this time or something. But anyways, he asked you, it was probably over text, or you were walking somewhere together. (In my case walking back to the student section at a football game.) You tried your best to keep it cool, don't wanna scare him or anything, and calmly reply a "yes." (Bonus points for a "sure.")

You take pictures together, despite his complaints. You probably post about him a lot on social media. He doesn't comment on them, he doesn't post about you, but at least he likes the posts. You try not to complain too much, because you don't want to start trouble or anything.

It finally happens. After one of your countless dates with this guy, he finally gets up the courage to kiss you. It wasn't fireworks, but it was pleasant, and that was enough for you. You both will pull away, he will just smile at you, and without words, both hand in hand proceed home. The night is over.

Maybe you have hobbies to something that you do. (In my case Band) He'll come to those things, definitely, but he won't bring you flowers. That's fine though, his love and support is all you need. Your mom might take pictures of you two together, because maybe he does it with you, maybe he doesn't. Either way, moms always want pictures.

You meet each other's parents. His mom is the sweetest, most kindest person on the planet. His dad is pretty much just like him, and you are so thankful for these people for raising your boyfriend. Your dad actually ends up liking him, not by anything he does in particular, mainly just you telling him to be nice. Your mom, on the other hand, likes pretty much anyone anyways.

The next few months are kind of rocky. He doesn't text you for a solid week. You almost want to drive over to his house to make sure he's alright, but decide against it so that way you don't bother him. He slowly, ever so agonizingly slowly, stops putting in effort. Until one day, he just doesn't care anymore. And while you've been trying your hardest to fix everything, it takes two to tango, and you're left on the floor, dancing by yourself. And even though, you still love this boy, this boy who has been apart of your life for so long now, you break up with him, because you know that it's in both of your best interests.

You move try your best to move on. You pick up new hobbies, practice your hardest at your old ones, and overall, just try to act like that nothing has changed. You have an entire summer apart, and you try your best to meet new people. You meet guys, but none of them click like you and him did, and you just don't get it. You give up on love for a while. It's been a month and you haven't thought about him, but guess what? School is coming back around, and you'll have to face him.

You see him again, and he looks at you the way he always used to: with a dazzling smile that only you could get out of him. Maybe you start talking again, maybe there's a little point in time when you two are together again. Let's be real though, it doesn't last long, and you're in a lot of heartache. All your progress over the past months is gone, all because of him.

He's moved on, now.

It's time for you to move on to.

You can do it.

You don't need a knight in shining armor, you just need some really good friends, and occasionally a pint of your favorite ice cream to share with somebody.

I believe in you.