The Unappreciated by Harold Washington College Blogger Juan

And days go by so I worry. I worry that her days are bitter and full of torment. The way our interaction began still thrills me. My family knew about her yet I have not spoken to her in years. Since her mother was always close to my family I knew of her since the early times of my life. She could have been considered a model yet pursuing that kind of lifestyle was not within her. We began to talk back in those January days; those kind of days the cold makes you wish were already gone. She had filled a hole that was still fresh and recent yet she did not know any of this.  For her part, the feeling of excitement and thrill  that came over  as we spoke made her feel guilty. In the day we spoke time froze and we laughed and felt feelings of joy and satisfaction. She knew I knew of her unfortunate circumstances. Not being appreciated was something she was used to. But still, she had that magic to her. The kind of essence that would make a well-centered man fly 2000 miles only to hear her speak personally.  But her man didn't appreciate her one bit. Perhaps it's the fact he has taken care of her emotional state since dealing with a personal situation that stayed with her even when the giver has been long gone, and now she cant do much but remember him bitterly as the burning sensations come and go randomly. I know dudes.

Dudes that take care of their girlfriends and believe they have a certain power over the lives of their loved ones. Dudes that give up on them because the feeling that made him interested in her is no longer present. But she's still a human with feelings not a mere object for use. And I just sit here. 800 miles away. Thinking about her unfortunate situation and reminiscing on the fact that maybe I was that dude at some point in my life. Maybe I unappreciated the lives of those who were willing to give it all for me. And I feel bad and experience one of those "I wish I had a time machine" moments. I crave wholeheartedly for their forgiveness as no woman deserves to be treated any less than how a queen is treated daily until the day she passes the crown and lays permanently.