I feel bad because they make such a good couple. That I see him happy and just wish that I could share that happiness with him. But it has been years and I too have fallen in and out of love with other people. Yet he is still at the back of my mind and there are still these mixed emotions hiding somewhere.
I hate it because she’s so pretty. They look like they would make really pretty babies.
I hate it that after all these years, I’m still here, happy to wear my shorts, jandals and shirts. That I probably still look the way I did 10 years ago.
I hate it cause it doesn’t seem as though I’ve moved on and I’m still stuck. Stuck in a nutshell wishing I could fit through the tiny cracks. Shit..