Hearts leap in a giddy whirl...
That line used to say it all for us. We were happy and in love.
Blonde hair with a gentle curl...I was the girl with blonde hair except mine is red, flaming fiery red. He would always comment on it, always run his hands through it. Then he had to go and ruin it! So I cut it all off...
That's the girl he chose
And heaven knows
I'm not that girl...He came home one evening a little off... something was peculiar. I asked him if anything was wrong and he hurriedly answered that everything was fine.
He could be that boy
I'm not that girl...
He came home like that every night
Ev'ry so often we long to steal
To the land of
what-might-have-been
Looking back on it now, I could have guessed. But I was in love and didn't want anything to ruin it.
But that doesn't soften the ache we feel
When
reality sets back in...
One day I decided to make him a picnic and bring it to him at work. I put it all together nicely and apparated to the ministry. There, I went to his office and opened the door...
There's a girl I know
He loves her so...
She was his "best friend". Hell, she was MY best friend! I guess they were a little more than friends. And I guess we were a little less. I walked in on them fucking! My best friend and my fiancé! And the best part is they didn't even know I came in. they were still at it. At least, until I screamed. They both looked up, her stupid bushy hair everywhere.
So I left. Just turned on my heal and left, never speaking to either of them again.
I'm not that girl