Hands touch, eyes meet
Sudden silence, sudden heat
Hearts leap in a giddy whirl
He could be that boy
But I'm not that girl.

It all started while we fought over an assignment we had in Herbology. I reached for a book and our hands met. I was still upset with him but I pulled my hand away and he reached for my hand again. I looked into his eyes the world stopped and we kissed. I pulled away and was smiling, for once I smiled. "Maybe he does like me." I thought. I looked at him again and he was looking at someone else his girlfriend, my heart stopped and I went back to the self I had been before that short period of happiness.

Don't dream too far
Don't lose sight of who you are
Don't remember that rush of joy
He could be that boy
I'm not that girl

I was walking around the lake. I had heard voices there he was again with his girlfriend. I looked down and saw her reflection. As I touched the water, I saw the scene of us kissing then my face. A tear rolled down my cheek I was never going to be his girlfriend. I was never going to have a boyfriend.

Ev'ry so often we long to steal
To the land of what-might-have-been
But that doesn't soften the ache we feel
When reality sets back in

During potions I saw him, my mind wandered off and I was dreaming of what it would be like to be his girlfriend. But then I heard my name, Professor Snape had asked me a question. I guessed and had gotten it correct because I had heard it faintly he took points off for me dozing but gave them back since I had apparently done my homework. Reality, what an evil thing, my heart had broken again but what could I do I was stuck.

Blithe smile, lithe limb
She who's winsome, she wins him
Gold hair with gentle curl
That's the girl he chose
And heaven knows
I'm not that girl...

I was in the courtyard with my "friends." ok maybe not friends but acquaintances. I looked up and saw them. She has him not I her. He loves her. She won him. Her golden locks were tied back but as they kissed I looked up to the sky and hoped for the better.

Don't wish, don't start
Wishing only wounds the heart
I wasn't born for the rose and pearl
There's a girl I know
He loves her so
I'm not that girl...

I've wished to have a boyfriend like him. His eyes are so mysterious. I want to be with him but he has her. In my dorm I look out to the lake, there they are again. I look away and pick up my present from my dad a white rose with a pink trim but as I had picked it up to smell its wonderful fragrance, it wilted. I put it back in the water and grabbed my mums pearls but they broke. I looked down and saw him looking at me. I closed the curtains and walked to my bed. I took my medication out and swallowed what was left. I blacked out while saying I'm not that girl.