I look at you, and how you look at her.
The way you push back her hair,
the way you stare deep into her eyes
like she’s the only thing on this planet.
You have the same smile everytime she appears.
I don’t wan’t you to be unhappy.
But seeing this is breaking my heart
Because I know
That no one’s going to look at me like that.
I feel like I’m stuck in this place where I miss how things used to be, but I also desperately want change.
Sometimes
I sit in my room for hours on end looking through two specific people’s facebook pictures.
Every single one of them is the two of them together, whether its on vacation or at the grocery store.
I sit there and think to myself about how nice it must be to have a friend like that, someone you can always depend on.
You tell all of your secrets to them, they tell you all of theirs.
You spend every weekend sleeping over eachother’s houses. You know they’re always going to be at your side.
And I’m so jealous of them.
