I Got The Boy

Terra opened the door to her rundown apartment. Being a college student, she didn't have much to her name. Her one bedroom apartment should have been called a one room apartment. The kitchen was a fridge, a microwave, and an oven. Across the kitchen was her couch that turned into a bed at night. The bathroom was more like a closet, but at least she had warm water. That was something. She walked over to her little desk by her bed, and dropped her heavy book-bag aside. She fell onto her rickety, wooden chair and started flipping through the Jump City Newspaper. There wasn't much news today, as the paper was mostly filled with small, local events happening around the city. That is, until she flipped over to the gossip section. Right smack in front of her were two people from her past she wished she could forget. They were smiling, or rather he was smiling. The women in his arms barely had the corner of her lips up, but anyone that knew that women knew that was smile. Even through a picture, Terra could see all the love that those two shared at that moment. She felt a sharp pain in her chest as she continued to stare at the picture.

"I saw your picture in a paper, Honeymoon in Jamaica, she's a lucky girl

You look so grown up in your black tux, from a ball cap in a pick up, seems like another world

You and me and our big dreams, falling in love

We were two kids in the backseat, all fearless and young"

Memories that she had buried long ago began to flash through her mind. She bolted out of her chair and began to pace the floor, with the paper still in hand. She walked over to her little closet where she kept her clothes. Hidden in a dark corner was a small jewelry box. She carefully pulled it out of the closet and peeked inside. There, standing upright in the velvet slit was the silver ring he had given her all those years ago.

"I got the first kiss and she'll get the last

She's got the future, and I got the past

I got the class ring, she got the diamond and wedding band

I got the boy, and she got the man"

She looked back in the closet and dug out another box. When she opened it, every painfully, wonderful memory came rushing back to her. She looked through every picture one at a time, each one being better than the last.

"Yeah there's the old you that I knew,

Fake IDs to get into those spring break bars

Back woods on a four wheel, hanging on tight, I can still feel my racing heart

And now you're cleaned up with a hair cut, nice tie and shoes

If things were different and I had a choice, which would I choose?

I got the first kiss and she'll get the last

She's got the future and I got the past

I got the class ring, she got the diamond and wedding band

I got the boy and she got the man"

She used her right arm to dry off her tear-stained face. She packed everything back where she found it, and slowly shut the closet door. She turned her back to the door and sank down to the floor. She looked at the picture on the paper one last time. She read through the article describing in great detail all the media knew about the relationship the two young people had. It even including some comments from their closest friends. It was like she never existed.

"I got the first kiss and she'll get the last

We each got something, the other will never have

I got the long hair, hot head

She got the cool and steady hand

I got the boy and she got the man

I got the boy and she got the man."