Hands touch. Eyes meet. Sudden silence. Sudden heat. Hearts leap in a giddy whirl. He could be that boy. 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. Every 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. Blithe smile, lithe limb. She who's winsome, she wins him. Gold hair with a gentle curl. That's the girl he chose. And heaven knows I'm not that girl. Don't wish. Don't start. Wishing only wounds the heart. I wasn't born for the rose and pearl. There's a girl I know. He loves her so. I'm not that girl.

I can't believe this. I can't believe I bought your story for a minute. I thought you changed. But I guess I was wrong. You're just like the rest. One little thing and everything changes. *sigh* I wish I could talk to someone about this. But I don't know who is the right person to turn to. Not anymore. You can only pretend that you don't care for so long. Facts are facts and sooner or later, we all have to face 'em. I've really got to learn to stop expecting too much. I'm always doing that. Everyone knows that's the root of disappointment. I hate this feeling.