Tall and handsome, with an undeniable boyish charm and breath-taking smile,
Robbie had few things he hadn't mastered. Especially when it came to women.
But this person wasn't like all the others. This girl wasn't someone you carefully file away into the back of your mind with all the other good times you've had, and promptly forget her.
She was different.
There was one time, long ago, when she was more than a friend to him. Correction. There was never a time he felt that she was a friend. Always something more, never anything less. Even when he was dating her sister, he felt himself drawn to the cute, innocent girl who always wanted to fit in and be everyone's best friend. He wanted her to be with him because she was innocent, pure. Something Robbie could never be.
But Robbie didn't want her to be his best friend. He wanted to be her best boyfriend. The sweetest, the kindest, the most perfect. But that he couldn't be.
And Lucy had forgiven him. A hundred times. Maybe more.
But although the words had rolled from her tongue, off her lips and into the air, bright and clear, there was that look in her eyes. Of hurt. Of confusion. And always a hint of tears.
That look made Robbie tremble inside, and made him want to plead with her, make her understand. And she said that she did.
But she didn't.
And that seemed fine with her.
When Robbie sat alone at night, staring out the window to the star-studded sky, he'd feel a burning inside, deep inside his heart. And the bitter coldness of emptiness. Lucy Camden could satisfy both, by just a smile, a laugh, a hug. But only for a moment. Then all was the same, a lovesick little schoolboy staring into the clouds, hoping someday, somehow, the girl of his dreams would come running into his arms. And his arms were always wide open.
But somehow, someway, Lucy's eyes were always focused on other men. Ones who made her cry, made her hurt. And somehow, they didn't see the beautiful person inside of her, and made a living out of seeing her hurt. Robbie thought those people were stupid and selfless. Lucy loved them.
But Kevin, Kevin was different. He actually loved Lucy for who she was. And that made Robbie jealous. He loved jeering at each of Lucy's boyfriends, claiming that he was 100 times better than them, and he could love her more, give her more, and be more to her. But then Kevin came along.
And everything shattered.
He could no longer say he was better.
Because he was, in all truths, not.
He could not say that he loved her more.
Because he didn't.
He couldn't say that Kevin was another cruel, selfless creature.
For he was not.
Lucy had finally found the perfect boy, the man of her dreams.
And it wasn't Robbie. Not be a long shot.
And Robbie was jealous. Truly and wholly jealous.
And then the boy of her dreams died.
And for some reason, Robbie wasn't jumping up and down.
Imagine that.
But this person wasn't like all the others. This girl wasn't someone you carefully file away into the back of your mind with all the other good times you've had, and promptly forget her.
She was different.
There was one time, long ago, when she was more than a friend to him. Correction. There was never a time he felt that she was a friend. Always something more, never anything less. Even when he was dating her sister, he felt himself drawn to the cute, innocent girl who always wanted to fit in and be everyone's best friend. He wanted her to be with him because she was innocent, pure. Something Robbie could never be.
But Robbie didn't want her to be his best friend. He wanted to be her best boyfriend. The sweetest, the kindest, the most perfect. But that he couldn't be.
And Lucy had forgiven him. A hundred times. Maybe more.
But although the words had rolled from her tongue, off her lips and into the air, bright and clear, there was that look in her eyes. Of hurt. Of confusion. And always a hint of tears.
That look made Robbie tremble inside, and made him want to plead with her, make her understand. And she said that she did.
But she didn't.
And that seemed fine with her.
When Robbie sat alone at night, staring out the window to the star-studded sky, he'd feel a burning inside, deep inside his heart. And the bitter coldness of emptiness. Lucy Camden could satisfy both, by just a smile, a laugh, a hug. But only for a moment. Then all was the same, a lovesick little schoolboy staring into the clouds, hoping someday, somehow, the girl of his dreams would come running into his arms. And his arms were always wide open.
But somehow, someway, Lucy's eyes were always focused on other men. Ones who made her cry, made her hurt. And somehow, they didn't see the beautiful person inside of her, and made a living out of seeing her hurt. Robbie thought those people were stupid and selfless. Lucy loved them.
But Kevin, Kevin was different. He actually loved Lucy for who she was. And that made Robbie jealous. He loved jeering at each of Lucy's boyfriends, claiming that he was 100 times better than them, and he could love her more, give her more, and be more to her. But then Kevin came along.
And everything shattered.
He could no longer say he was better.
Because he was, in all truths, not.
He could not say that he loved her more.
Because he didn't.
He couldn't say that Kevin was another cruel, selfless creature.
For he was not.
Lucy had finally found the perfect boy, the man of her dreams.
And it wasn't Robbie. Not be a long shot.
And Robbie was jealous. Truly and wholly jealous.
And then the boy of her dreams died.
And for some reason, Robbie wasn't jumping up and down.
Imagine that.