So it finally happened.
The girl I've loved for as long as I can remember is engaged.
To another man.
As in, a man who is not me.
I've been freaking out, I don't know what to do with myself.
How can this be? I remember planning our idea. The day where she became mine for eternity. But, now she's his.
Not mine.
His.
I don't see how this could have happened to me. Miley, my Miley. The girl whos wedding I've dreamed of for the best 3 years. But, there's one difference. The one she is marrying in my dream, is me.
Not some...some Australian guy. No. This isn't right.
I have to call her. I have to. To talk to her, it has to be some big joke. Or...or something the media made up. I mean, like when they said she was pregnant. This can't be. We'll have a big laugh over it. Yeah. That's it.
So I picked up my phone and dialed her number, one which I have memerized, of course.
It rang, and rang, and rang. Until, finally, "Hello," I heard her say breathlessly.
"Tell me it's not true," was all I could say.
She sighed. "Oh Nick, I didn't want you to find out this way," she told me, but I could tell she had other things on her mind.
I closed my eyes and could feel my grip on my phone tightening. "But, Miley, no. You don't love him."
It took her a little while to reply, but when she did, it was filled with attitude. "Don't try to tell me how I feel. I know it must come as a shock to you that I can move on with my life, but I can." And, with that, she hung up.
That stung. I mean, really stung.
What happened to my sweet, innocent Miley?
Was the music industry really changing her like everyone said it was?
No, no. I know that wasn't it. She would never let anything change her.
But what had happened to my girl?
Oh yeah.
She wasn't my girl anymore.