She’s smart about everything else in her life, but when it comes to love and him, she’s as dumb as a doorknob. She’s good at taking criticism, but when it comes to advice about him, she’s as stubborn as a mule. She’s the most beautiful thing, but when it comes to her self-esteem and him, it’s as low as a snake’s belly in a wagon rut. She’s the most intuitive person you’ll ever meet, but when it comes to seeing him for who he really is, she’s as blind as a bat.
When she loves, she loves unconditionally; gives her heart to the highest bidder regardless of whether or not he is the right man for the job. She’s a hopeless romantic; drags her better judgment into relationships and situations it would rather not be a part of. But the heart wants what the heart wants. Consumed by denial, it shields itself from the truths it would rather not deal with. She convinces herself things will get better when she knows they won’t. She convinces herself she can’t do better when she knows she can. She endures the sadness and misery in exchange for short little moments of happiness and the hope that he will change. As her friends, we’ve just grown accustomed to standing on the sidelines and waiting; waiting for that inevitable moment when her heart is broken and we have to put it back together again. As much as we would want to intervene and knock some sense into her, we’ve learned from past experiences to just keep our thoughts, sentiments, and feelings to ourselves. We have seen this play before, different scene but same theme—a love story that ends in tears.