Her arms around him, his fingers in her thick, red hair. She looked into his eyes, her own filled with so much intensity. I wished she looked at me like that. The emeralds residing on her perfect face told a story. Today's chapter was of her undying love for him. I was jealous.
My imagination was endless, and all my dreams would never come true. How could she ever love me when I had treated her so badly? Simply said, I was a jerk. He never stopped reminding me of that. It was a fact I couldn't deny. Still, my heart beat for her, though all it produced were cries. Each day, the pain became more pronounced. She noticed, but always walked by without a word.
I deserved it all.
The names I had called her were the lowest of the low. So many mistakes made in just one night. I wish I could take it back. I swear, I didn't mean them.
He makes her smile. He makes me gag. I could handle her not speaking to me. I can't handle seeing her with him. Their hands fit together as if they were made for each other. Their happiness radiates from miles away.
I wonder if this was supposed to be.
No, it couldn't be.
She was mine first.