Disclaimer: I am still writing How We Met, but I wanted to get this off of my flashdrive. It has been bugging me a while.
MPOV-
I hated this. I had to sit back and watch my friend-Jacob Black- be in love with another girl. A girl who I cannot stand.
In fact, as I sit here and listen to her talk, I dislike her more and more. Everyday I sit there and hear him talk about Bella Swan this and Bella Swan that.
I'm just as pretty as she is, if not prettier. I have russet skin just like Jacob's, waistlength, straight black hair, big briwn doe eyes, and a slender frame. I am 5'3, and fifteen years old. Just one year younger than Jacob.
I even dressed cute for him today- grey skinny leg jeans, a black short sleeved shirt, a pink, grey, and black button p, long sleeved plaid shit, black converses, and ip gloss.
I've had enough. I get up and walk out of Jacob's garage, to give myself a chance to thik.
Hands touch, eyes meet
Sudden silence, sudden heat
Hearts leap in a giddy whirl
He could be that boy
But I'm not that girl
Don't dream too far
Don't lose sight of who you are
Don't remember that rush of joy
He could be that boy
I'm not that girl
I remember when I used to dream about the day Jacob and I would be married. We'd have three kids. Two boys and one girl: Jacob Junior, Samuel, and Alex. We'd live in La Push and be happy. Together forever.
But I'm not the girl he wants all of that with.
Ev'ry so often we long to steal
To the land of what-might-have-been
But that doesn't soften the ache we feel
When reality sets back in
I hate it when I am alone and I have ti me to think what could have happened if I had been the girl that Jacob wanted, It just makes the whole that is almost conuming me even bigger.
Blithe smile, lithe limb
She who's winsome, she wins him
brown hair with a gentle curl
That's the girl he chose
And Heaven knows
I'm not that girl
Who am I kidding? She's beautiful. I m barely okay. And he is in love with her, But maybe there's hope...
And then you walk in. You see him amnd the gir he loves together, smiling...and you give up. You know you'll never be her You'll never be that girl. You will always be the girl who was good enough to be a friend, but never good enough to date. You give up wishing for him to see that he belongs with you. That you are the one who loves him. How cute and hppy and in love you would be.
And when they almost kiss...your heart just shatters. It's like you where punched in you stomach. And you think ''How dare he cheat on me? How dare he leave me for another woman? He's mine!''
But then you relize he's not. He never was, and he never will be. And you will never be his. He's hers.
Don't wish, don't start
Wishing only wounds the heart
I wasn't born for the rose and the pearl
There's a girl I know
He loves her so
I'm not that girl...
And I never will be.