Jealousy
As I watch them, tight in each other's arms, my heart wrenches. Tears cascade down her cheeks and all I can feel is jealousy. Only jealousy. No one will ever hold me like that that. I will only be used. His arms tighten around her, his expression grim. The tears slow and she looks up at him, both oblivious to their surroundings. There is no one else in the world. No one else matters. No one else is needed. No one else can fit. She turns her head to lie it on his chest and out eyes collide. I am being accepted into their world, if only for a moment. I smile weakly, my only attempt at comfort. The crowd pushes me on and I walk away, leaving them. My time will come.