A/N~ "Lacking" is just a short pov from Tristan. Please give me feedback and check out my other story too! R/R
Ambition. It is something that has always motivated me. Yet now my ambition is down, way down. It is because of her. I lay awake at night just thinking…thinking about her, and where I went wrong. Why don't I have her as my girl; the one that I would call my own?
"My own." How many times have I said that about other girls? So many that I lost count a long time ago- I bet that I couldn't even name the last five girls I went out with correctly. I really, really couldn't.
Conceited. Well, yes maybe I am. Sure, all girls that walk by me always turn their heads back to follow me to get a better glimpse. I used to always try to flirt back with them, to humor them I guess. The only thing was that the humor was on my part. All I would do was flash them my drop dead gorgeous smile or dazzle them an expert wink of mine. These two little actions would drive them crazy. They're knees would go weak; they would show off dopey smiles, and begin to swoon. Yeah, so maybe I am a bit conceited, but what is so very crushing to me is her. Why does the only girl that has ever had this impact on me that I have on other girls not fall for me? Well, that I can answer by one word and one word only. Him. He is holding me back from happiness that she and I could be sharing. She may think that she's in love with him now, but I know for a fact she isn't. He was her first boyfriend, her first kiss…her first love. She has this obligating feeling towards him, it is nothing more than that. But this is the thing that has really gotten to me; she told me she hated me, and told him that she loved him. Hate and Love. Love and Hate. Two totally different words, right? The thing is though, are they really all that different??
Ambition. It is something that has always motivated me. Yet now my ambition is down, way down. It is because of her. I lay awake at night just thinking…thinking about her, and where I went wrong. Why don't I have her as my girl; the one that I would call my own?
"My own." How many times have I said that about other girls? So many that I lost count a long time ago- I bet that I couldn't even name the last five girls I went out with correctly. I really, really couldn't.
Conceited. Well, yes maybe I am. Sure, all girls that walk by me always turn their heads back to follow me to get a better glimpse. I used to always try to flirt back with them, to humor them I guess. The only thing was that the humor was on my part. All I would do was flash them my drop dead gorgeous smile or dazzle them an expert wink of mine. These two little actions would drive them crazy. They're knees would go weak; they would show off dopey smiles, and begin to swoon. Yeah, so maybe I am a bit conceited, but what is so very crushing to me is her. Why does the only girl that has ever had this impact on me that I have on other girls not fall for me? Well, that I can answer by one word and one word only. Him. He is holding me back from happiness that she and I could be sharing. She may think that she's in love with him now, but I know for a fact she isn't. He was her first boyfriend, her first kiss…her first love. She has this obligating feeling towards him, it is nothing more than that. But this is the thing that has really gotten to me; she told me she hated me, and told him that she loved him. Hate and Love. Love and Hate. Two totally different words, right? The thing is though, are they really all that different??