She's fifteen, and she sees him for the first time. He's handsome, popular, loved. He's the most wanted guy in the school. And she, she is the little new girl in town who wears large sweats and dirty basket shoes, and who has an horrible brace.
She barely forgets him.
She's nineteen, and decides to make her life change. She goes to the hairdresser, and buys lots and lots of new dresses. The next day, she doesn't even recognize herself in the mirror. She wears a black short dress, and a pair of fantastic sandals in the same color, a very high-heel pair of shoes. She has long, perfect, curly red hair, and she loves it.
She promises herself not to go back to the life she had before.
She's twenty-four, and starts her internship in New York. She meets new people, goes to parties, has fun everyday. She likes her new house and her new job, she really wants to become a doctor.
She tries to think that love doesn't make you happy.
She stares in his dark eyes, and changes her mind. True love does exist.
She's twenty-five and a half, and smiles when he takes her hand and caresses it in the sweet and slowly way she likes so much. They're in a pub, and she's a bit stunned by the lights and the music, but she still drinks her whiskey. He laughs and introduces her to his best mate; her heart suddenly stopped while she recognizes him. She doesn't say a word, and at the end of the night she just cries for hours in her bed.
She knows she'll never can have him.
She's twenty seven, and her eyes go wilder while she looks at his boyfriend. He smiles, and everything of him tells her that he loves her more than she deserves. He asks her to marry him, and she says yes.
She hopes not to regret it.
She's almost twenty-eight, and it's her wedding-day. She swallows, her body his full of tense and she feels like she just can't breathe.
She wants it to be the happiest day of her life.
She looks at him, while she says "I do", and tries not to love him. But she finely admits that she can't.
She's thirty-seven and a half, and she's waiting for her husband to come back from work. She drinks a glass of white wine, and turns on the stereo. She's listening to a Bach CD when the doorbell rings and she opens the front door just to see him there. He's wet by the rain, because it's raining cats and dogs, and what can she does? She lets him get in, and brings him one of Derek's T-shirts. They sit on the sofa, and she isn't comfortable at all.
When he kisses her, she slowly looks at him in surprise.
She cries as Derek yells at her, and pretends that she doesn't cheat on him. This is not what she wants.
She's almost thirty-eight, and she looks at the pregnancy test. She's in shock.
She wants to tell him, she wants it to be the right thing. She wants it to be the best thing she'll ever have.
She reaches for him, and finely finds him. She doesn't knock at the on-call room, and she now knows it was a mistakes. Her eyes go wilder as she sees him sleeping with another girl.
She wants his embrace again.
Her heart gets broke when she finds out that he's dating the Grey girl.
She didn't expect this.
She knows she should fight for him, but she just wants to sign those freaking divorce papers. She looks out of the window, and she sees him. He's here again, and he's looking at her, too.
She's thirty-eight and a half, and she shivers when his strong hands touch her naked body.
She'll always want it.
She's thirty-nine, and she's driving her red car, running away again from the man she has always loved and wanted.
She's almost forty-one, and she says "I'm asking you not to ask me". Then she says "If you want me then ask me again", and she doesn't barely survive as she listens to him saying sorry.
She really wants it to be over.