This is for the girls who understand that they aren't perfect.
&& that the guys they're interested aren't either.
For the girls who flirt and laugh, and worry, and obsess
over the slightest glance, whisper, and touch
because somehow they are able to keep alive that hope, that maybe,
maybe this time he'll have understood.
This is homage to the girls who laugh loud and often,
who are comfortable in skirts and sweats
and combat boots,
who care more than they should for guys
who don't deserve their attention.
