She Was:
She was the type of girl that guys fought over, and I was not. We were complete opposites. The light within her eyes danced off of reflected sunlight; it was the depiction of swaying bliss. My eyes sank-they were sunken in from the weight of depressing days; they were drowning in a whirlpool of sadness. Her hair naturally flowed with the wind, and my hair dripped with the pouring rain. Her laughter bubbled, always popping from her chest and falling out of her lips. My laughter wilted, always sounding dry and rasp as if I had to contrive it. Everything she was, I was not.
She is everything that I will never be. She is everything that a guy wants. I am everything that a guy does not.
