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...
Emmett and I met when he was a junior in high school and I was a sophomore. He was young and attractive with those brown eyes of his. I wasn't very pretty, but I wasn't completely repulsive or anything. He became my best friend, and the person that I ran to when things were hard. He never turned me away when I needed him, and I never left him when he needed me there. I fell in love with him, and I never questioned that he and I would stay together for as long as we lived. He went hiking one day and of course I was worried about him. He told me that he'd be fine, and that he would be back soon. I smiled and nodded even though inside I was screaming for him not to go. He took off up the trail and I stood at the entrance until he was out of sight; I went back home and waited for him to call to let me know he was safe. He never did. I called his house to find out where he was, but no one answered. My dad called me into the living room and I went in only to find heartache. Emmett had been attacked by a bear and was in the hospital. I screamed. "I told him not to go! I told him, I told him!" I shrieked through tears.
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...
My dad hugged me and tried to calm me down. I pushed him away and ran out to my truck and drove to the hospital. "Where is he? Where's Emmett?" I shouted at the receptionist. She looked at me in shock and then typed on the computer. "Miss, he's not ready to recieve visitors right now." I shook my head. "I'm not a visitor. I'm gonna kill him for not listening to me when I told him not to go hiking alone!" The receptionist told me to calm down and that I could sit in the waiting room until Emmett was ready to see me. I sat down and waited anxiously. After about three hours, I was allowed to see him. "Emmett!" I cried when I saw him. He gave me a weak smile. "You gonna say 'I told you so'?" he asked timidly. I laughed. "No, I'm not gonna say 'I told you so'." I sighed. "Good, cuz I would feel horrible if you did." "Hey, I didn't say you weren't in trouble," I teased. He laughed and I hugged him tightly, being careful not to disturb the I.V.'s and monitor lines. He wrapped one arm around me and that's when I saw how badly he'd been injured. "Oh my God, Em. Your arm - it's - how in the world did you survive that?" The arm he hadn't wrapped around me was badly mangled and I had a feeling it would never fully heal. He laughed at my scatter - brained sentence and said it was not big deal. I left soon after, and I went to school the next day before seeing him again. The next week, he showed up at school. His arm wasn't mangled and it wasn't in a cast. 'That's strange' I thought - I knew for sure his arm had been broken. I was happy to see him though, and I headed towards him with a smile. He was smiling back and heading towards me, but when I got to him, he walked straight past me. "Em? I'm right here, silly," I said as I turned to follow him.
Every so often we long to steal to land of what might have been, but that doesn't soften the ache we feel when reality sets back in...
I stopped short as he walked into the arms of a beautiful blonde girl named Rosalie.
Bright smile, light limb - she who's winsome, she wins him. Gold hair, with a gentle curl...
My heart stopped and then shattered into a hundred million pieces as I watched him kiss her. The world started to spin and I felt dizzy. I grasped for something to hold onto and placed my hand on a locker. I regained focus and stood up straight; I turned away from Emmett and left him with Rosalie.
That's the girl he chose, and Heaven knows - I'm not that girl...
I walked away from him and I never stopped smiling until I got home; I broke down right as I walked in the door and I fell to the ground. My heart was going cold while I died of hurt, of hatred, of love. He broke me into a million pieces and he didn't care, didn't even notice. I went to school the next day and kept a smile on my face for everyone else, but inside I was crying.
Don't wish, don't start - wishing only wounds the heart...
I tried to talk to Emmett but he avoided me the whole day, and then the next day he was gone. I heard he got rich, married Rosalie, and then bought a mansion. I wanted it to be me that he married. But I guess wishing is only good for movies.
I wasn't born for the rose and the pearl...
He never called or wrote me to explain why he left, but I didn't really care because he chose someone else. He chose Rosalie over me, and I know that it seems cliche but I never moved on.
There's a girl I know, he loves her so - I'm not that girl...