You arrowed your way to the eagle's heart

No!

Dear Dennise,

Polly will never love you back because you're not what she's looking for. You're just nice to have for the now because you're always available. You're the one before she finds the actual one. You're the intermission number for the main event. You're the half-time before the game starts. You're one of her options but not her priority. You're her back-up plan.

She invests time in you because she thought she has no one else. She stays with you because you're willing to make out with her. She pretends to love you because she knows you'll fall for it. And you did.

You fall for her because she makes you feel like you're the only one. Well, you are. But that's until she can find someone else. Not even someone else better. Just someone else. You fall for her because she holds your hand and she intertwines her fingers with yours. You fall for her because she kisses you on the cheek. You fall for her because she makes you laugh. You fall for her because she made you believe. She made you believe you two were meant to be. She made you believe she wanted you. She made you believe she liked your upturned nose. She made you believe she was the one you would walk the altar to.

You're not stupid. No, you're not. You thought she was your dream come true. You thought she would be the one save you. And she did. You just thought she would stay. You just thought she would be there for good. You thought your late night McDonald's runs were good for a lifetime. You just thought. But she knew.

She will never love you back the way you want her to. Because, it turns out, she doesn't like your upturned nose. She doesn't like the way your bony fingers feel with her. She doesn't like the way your lips touch. She's competitive and she aims for the best. She wants her 100%. And you're not it. You're not even close.

So while you wait for her to find someone else, you stay with her. Because who's to judge you if you're happy? You're happy but deep down inside of you, in the tingling sensations of your heart, in the tiniest of the tips of your fingers, you know that the hurt she's going to leave you with was never worth the happy she made you feel.

There's no harmless way out of this. One way or another, you're going to come out scarred. But eventually, you'll learn that she came and left to make you realize that your true one will only come but will never leave. She will. But only to buy you flowers.

You'll learn that you are beyond the spaces of a woman's fingers. Because your true one will hold you, and not just your hand. You'll learn that your true one won't think you're 100% because she won't even stoop down to the level of measuring what you are. You'll learn that your true one won't just kiss your cheek but your upturned nose, too. You'll learn that your true one will make you smile in the quietest of moments, in the loudest of silences. You'll learn that your true one doesn't have time to make you believe anything because she's too busy showing you. You'll learn that your true one will never make you doubt because there's nothing to doubt. You'll learn that your true one won't think you're the main event because she's not just there for the entertainment, for the good times; she's there for the bad times, too.

You'll learn that your true one will think she won at the game because she has you. You'll learn that you're the one too. You'll learn that your true one will know. And you will too. You will both know. And she will love you back. Far more than you ever dreamed. And will make you forget that you were ever capable of hurting.

(But remember, I'm only telling you this because you have to move on and feel better about yourself. It's so hard to backstab P when she's so perfect. Damn it! BUT.YOU.HAVE.TO.MOVE.ON!)