To Whoever Chooses To Love Him Next

An Open Letter To The Woman Who Loves Him Next
Claudine Cook

If you’re reading this, you fall under one of three categories. You’re either:

1. A girl who has just started dating a guy, and you are indeed, as the title may suggest, the girl who will love him next.

2. You’re the girl talking to the girl who will love him next (aka wondering if anyone has ever felt the way you do, and believe me darling, they have).

3. There’s a one in 100 chance that you are him. I know how much you love reading articles from this website, and I thought maybe you’d stumble upon this from my Twitter page and see what it’s all about.

So, whether you’re a one, two, or three, here it is:

He’s very intellectual. He knows a lot of useless information and random facts, but once he tells you, you’ll never forget. He always had trouble with matching, so make sure you help him as much as you can. He’s not very photogenic, so you will definitely have to tell people, “He’s cuter in person.”

His heart is the most pure and beautiful thing about him, and his eyes are always enough to keep you coming back for more. When he smiles, you’ll forget everything that is wrong with this world. Even when I saw him look at you the way he never looked at me, I was not sad, and it took me a long time to get to that point.

You’ll never meet anyone like him.

He’s mysterious, but not dark. He’s the best at keeping secrets, and that includes his own. He keeps his past a mystery. I never knew the little things about him, like what he likes on his pancakes or why he’s an only child. I so badly wanted to know, but you soon will. He can bring you the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. He won’t let you help him. Ever. If you see him struggling, he has to fix it on his own.

Which brings me to my next point, he’s very stubborn. Of course he won’t admit it. But trust me, he is. He has a way of making you feel safe even when he’s 100 miles away. His arms feel like home, and he gives the best “spin you around, sweep you off of your feet” hugs. He’s not really a sports guy, except for soccer. I never really liked it until I took an interest in him, so you should probably learn to love it, too.

He told me I was not the one for him, because he needs someone who knows what he needs and can give it to him before he knows he needs it. He also said he could do that for me, but I couldn’t do that for him.

I guess it’s almost like a sixth sense. A sense that I never had, but that you do. He feels like he bothers people when he provides information about himself, and he hates feeling like an open book, so treasure every detail you know about him. He truly is one of the most interesting people I have ever met, and I wish more than anything that in our great two years of friendship, I could’ve learned more about him.

However, I have learned to appreciate everything I did learn about him. Strangely enough, I think that’s why I liked mine and his situation we struggled with for a year. I learned more about him then than I ever did when he were just friends. I mean, we were always just friends, but once upon a time there were no feelings involved. But I’m getting sidetracked.

He loves movies, so you guys will most likely spend a lot of time cuddling and watching the latest thing. He cares a lot, and he has a weird way of showing it. You just kind of have to figure it out, and it comes with time. Believe him when he says he’s always there for you. So many people say that and their actions will say otherwise. He has prevailed at that. He will be there for you 24/7 and beyond.

He was the first guy I can truly say was everything I had hoped for and more, and I am sure you have thought the same thing. It’s hard for him to say “I love you.” He only said it to me once, and under very extreme circumstances.

So, when he starts to tell you “I love you” every day, appreciate it. And if the day ever comes when you too have to let him go, just promise me that you will do so gracefully. TC mark

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