Lover Girl. Men love the idea of her, don’t they? That girl with the soft, dreamy eyes who’s always lost in her thoughts, the one who smells like roses and vanilla, who wears slip dresses and flowy skirts like she’s just stepped out of a novel. She’s the girl who believes in soulmates, in handwritten notes slipped into books, in “I knew it from the moment I saw you” glances that turn into forever. The Lover Girl is the one who lights candles when she’s alone, the one who re-reads old texts, sighing at the way they once made her feel. She listens to sad songs because she likes the way they echo her heart, as if every lyric was written just for her. Men—they see her, and they’re hooked. They’re enchanted by the girl who looks like she could be swept away by a breeze, a love song, a single lingering touch.
But here’s the thing: men think this girl exists in some effortless, perfect way. They think she’s soft and low-maintenance because she cares so deeply, because she wants them to see her sensitivity like it’s some kind of gift they’ve been given. And they actually believe she wakes up with her hair in perfect waves, slips into a little white dress, and waits for love like it’s bound to find her. They think she’s here to be their soft, gentle dream who’ll just melt into their lives without making a ripple.
But the truth about Lover Girl? She’s a force. She’s the girl who will love you fiercely, not just in pretty, poetic gestures but in all the ways that matter. She’s intense, not fragile. She’ll remember every little detail, expect him to mean every word he says, and she will not forgive easily if he betrays that trust. Lover Girl feels everything deeply, and while she may look like a daydream, she has her own storms, her own fire.
And if you’re not Lover Girl, I beg you—don’t believe that he doesn’t want her. Oh, he does. He’ll say he likes a girl who’s “chill” or “easygoing,” but what he truly wants is the girl who believes in epic love. He wants the one who’ll look at him like he’s her whole world, who’ll write his name in her journal, who’ll leave little notes on his pillow. The girl who wears delicate lace and flowy fabrics, who’ll stare across the table with eyes that say, I’d choose you again and again. But deep down, she’s the girl who expects to be treated like she’s something special. Not because she’s fragile, but because she’s ready to give him all the love she has—and she needs him to do the same.
How do you know you’re not Lover Girl? Because he says things like, “I love that you’re so easy.” If he says that, you know that, at some point, he’ll go looking for her. Because “easy” is code for “I want the dream, but I can’t handle the depth.” He wants her—the girl who’s soft, the girl who’s intense, the girl who’ll walk away the moment she realizes he’s not ready for the kind of love she deserves.
