“All men are the same.” This has always been the argument of a broken hearted girl, so we lived up to it. If he’s a cheater, so am I. If he’s a womaniser, so shall I. Why are we men generalised because of a mistake committed by our brother? I beg to differ, but I cannot deny that I, too was one of them.
I’ve played with a girl’s heart at some point in my life. I broke it and broke her too. Seeing her cry, I felt dominance. My blood lusted for more. My “generalised man” senses tingled me day in and day out. I loved it when they run, until I met the girl who made me realise that objectifying women does not make you more of a man.
I met you with no special intentions. My goal was to make you fall for me, and rob your love out of you. But what happened was the opposite.
You drove my selfishness out of my ego. You robbed me of my pride. You loved me, and I found comfort in you. But the damage had already been done. I only realized your importance when you were gone, physically, emotionally and mentally.
The guy who once collected broken hearts, collected his own this time.
Not all people are granted a second chance from the one that got away. But luckily, I was granted one. I saw potential. I saw growth. I saw comfort. I saw you. You were a keeper, and I knew that if I commit the same mistake again and lose you for the second time, my shadows of regret will haunt me forever.
You were not just the beauty I sought. You were more than what I deserved. You came into my life with a purpose. A purpose of killing my inner demons.
To the girl who changed me, I thank you. For if it wasn’t for you, I’ll still be out there collecting broken hearts like a tax collector. For if it wasn’t for you, I’ll not write this one. And for all the girls out there, be the best version of you. Your presence and love, is not to be underestimated.
So again, to the girl who changed me, thank you for not giving up on me. Thank you for believing that a guy like me could change.
Source: Written by Andre Gutierrez on Thoughtcatalog.com