♥ Wednesday, December 5, 2007
When I thought I fell in love again, little did I know that I was wrong.
Guys don't understand girls. No. Don't get me wrong, I don't expect them to read our minds. I just wish they could tell the difference between an eye liner and a black colour pencil.
It really don't matter if you get her a Gucci bag or a Prada heels for her birthday present. All that matters is when you remember it and be the first to wish her.
It really don't matter how suckie the movie is. What matters most is when you hold her tight through out the movie and kiss her.
It really don't matter what high end restaurant or hotel you bring her out for dinner. As long as you remember to feed her even the tiny-est slice of cake on your plate without her asking to.
It really don't matter how much pain she goes through when she falls as long as you are always there you pick her up.
It really don't matter if you can't understand what she was yakking about. What counts is the attention you give when she talks.
But it does matter when you treat her like dirt. Shouts at her as if she is a dog. Tell her to get home herself. Leaving her alone to cry. Broken with words unspoken.
Finally,she gets tired of all these nonsense. When the time comes, she will tell you what she wants and you'll know it is too late....