the fourth side of triangle

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what does it take to love somebody who loves somebody else? hope, heart, sanity and pride. my name is shyne, together with my name is everybody's knowledge that what shyne wants, shyne gets. as far as i can remember, there has been nothing that i wanted that i'd didnt get. it's not that i'm rich but the fact is, when there is something i want, i know better than just sit and droll and dream about it, rather i go for it elbow out, chin up, hardly with side glances and a sure as i've got two eyes. a nose and a mouth, i get it-no more, no less, that is what im fanous of or shall we say infamous? there is one major flaw that i possess, so i'm told. it's the fact that i'm unbelievably elusive for those people who pursue me, who want me. i dont go for those whom i know i could easily get my hands on. what really turns me on is something that could make me drain my seat in pursuit. such challenge. let me talk about persons, the male species to be precise. when i see somebody i like, then, he becomes my prey. and always, juliet gets romeo. but there's this guy named Craig. utterly good looking, tough, and a chauvinist pig. just a right recipe of a guy that i want, but couldnt have. i must accept it though my heart bleeds and though many say that i dont have a heart at all. he is in love but unfortunately, not with me (my friend cupid missed his shot). nonetheless, i really like him and i want to have him, not for the usual sense of achievement i'll get after every conquest in the past but because of something different that i have never sensed before. but the cold fact glares at me as it flashes in neon lights. i could never have him, the more i try to get him near, the more he runs away and the more i get scared. you see, getting scared has never been in my vocabulary, not until now. do u know how pride taste? it's bitter, disgusting, it even stings the mouth. i, for the first time in my twenty four years of existence, admitted defeat. i realized that i could never have it all. he was a tough player and i lost in my own game. anyway , they said it doesnt matter if you win or lose, its how you play the game. sour grapes! having lost has really made me gnaw my nailsin bitter frustration. Romeo turned Juliet down! can u imagine that? i am shyne who paid a very high price for the identity of "what shyne's want shyne'es get" and the same shyne who, in the end, got what i rightfully deserve- shattered hopes, crushed pride a torn heart and a big round rotten tomatoes straight in the face. for what could be more frustrating than hoping for someone you know you cuold never have. just like looking for the fourth side of a triangle which never existed!!!