A/N: I just found this in my documents from awhile ago. So, here ya go.
They say a woman always knows. And I think that's true. I did, at least. I knew. I looked deep into his brown eyes, and I knew. I knew what he had done, and I knew that I couldn't stay.
"Who is she?" I asked him quietly.
"Who?" he replied, but his voice wavered.
"The other girl."
He had looked at me with wide eyes, too shocked to try to hide the fact that I was right. I knew him, and I knew what he was thinking. He wasn't thinking that he was about to lose me. He was trying to figure out where he had blown his cover.
He hadn't done anything, really. He had covered his tracks beautifully. But when I'd looked into his brown eyes, I saw it. I saw her face in his eyes. A woman always knows.
"Mitchie, she didn't mean anything…"
I knew that. I didn't need, or want, to hear it. Part of me knew that this would happen when we started dating. He was a rock star. He lived his life in the fast lane, and he liked it that way. We were from two different worlds, which I think was what brought us together and tore us apart at the same time. He may have fallen for a small town girl, but it didn't change who he was. He was still that guy – proud, cocky, and impatient. He wanted what he wanted, when he wanted it, and he was used to getting it. When I told him that I wanted to take it slow, he respected that, but I had a feeling he would get restless after awhile. I'm sure that he was sincere at the time – nobody really plans to become a cheater – but I knew I couldn't change him. So, no, I wasn't surprised…but that didn't make it hurt any less.
"Come on, Mitchie, let me explain…Mitch, don't leave…"
That was the last time I had seen him. In person, at least. When I walked away. I remember walking home, putting on a record, and sitting in the dark. I knew him, and I knew he was doing the same thing. Probably listening to the same song, even. Attached to every note of the sad melody was a memory.
"You like him, don't you…" Caitlyn had teased me at camp.
"No," I lied, but the grin on my face told the truth.
"Don't lie to me," she laughed. "He's gorgeous."
I didn't admit it then, at least not to aloud, but it was impossible not to get lost in his brown eyes. There was just something about him. At first, I had thought it was just that he was famous, but once I got to know him, I realized it was so much more.
But just as those brown eyes had told me so many times that everything was going to be okay, they told me when it was time to go. Those brown eyes had watched me go.
I guess it's just a silly song about you
And how I lost you
And your brown eyes…