Anybody who cares (translation: nobody) probably remembers my days as a womanizer. I'm not the same person I used to be, anymore. Anyway, out of all of the girls I chased after, there was one that stood out from all of the rest. I was crazy about her and she knew it. As a result, we partied together, broke laws together (nothing too serious), loved together, and got into all sorts of trouble.
In the end, I realized that this girl would probably get me killed or arrested so I left her alone. I still loved her (yes, LOVE) and thought about her every day. She tried to talk to me, but--it's a long, crazy story,--I wound up lying to her and telling her that I was happy with my life and to leave me alone. Not long after, she was married.
I sort of wish I had chased after her because, even though my life is good, she really brought the excitement. Something crazy and fun was always going on! Well, I saw her today for the first time in two years. We were in the grocery store. She looked horrendous! What could have happened to her? I didn't even recognize her, even after she walked right up to me. I only knew it was her because my sister told me. She even tried out for America's Next Top Model back in '09! WTF!?
I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. I guess that wild lifestyle caught up with her. I thought about her every day. She was the one that got away and my dreams of her and what could have been have gotten me through a lot of bad times. Now, what might have been is what will never be.