My Girl
I had her. I actually had her. When I first met her, I never thought this day would come. It was a dream. A foolish dream. She became my girl and things were perfect. I tried so hard to be the boyfriend she deserved. I'd never been a friend before yet alone a boyfriend. It was tough. I tried so hard.
I tried to get along with her mother. I made chit-chat. I ate a cold egg roll. I tried to get along with her grandmother. I was polite. I dressed up. Nothing I did was ever good enough. Everyone put their two cents in. My uncle. Her mother. The town. Everyone thought they had a say.
Her boyfriend didn't leave like I expected. They became friends. I didn't like it. He made me irrational. He pushed me. He constantly told me that my girl would be his again. I didn't like it. I started to believe it. Words were always the hardest to shake.
We had our moments. My girl and me. They were inconsequential things. Many of the things we did before we got together. Shared looks and smiles. Shared books and music. We talked for hours on end. We bonded. We connected. We kissed. I let her in and I didn't regret it. She was it for me. She was so beautiful. So smart. We fit together well, but I was never meant to be happy.
I don't know what caused our downfall. I think we were doomed from the day I stepped into town. We were never meant to work, but that didn't change my feelings towards her. Physically we were good. Emotionally I sucked. I dragged her down too. I didn't call her. I didn't set up dates. We didn't leave town. We just existed. I was a terrible boyfriend.
I missed prom. It crushed her. I tried to force her. She ran. I got kicked out of school. I worked too hard on the unimportant things. I got into a fight with her ex-boyfriend. I did some stupid shit. My father showed up. I was confused. He was my dad. She was my girl. I was ruining her. I could see that. Everyone told me constantly. I did the only thing I could. The only thing I was good at. I didn't tell her goodbye. I didn't want her to be truly gone. I wanted to hold on even though I didn't deserve it. She was better off without me. I ran.