Green-Eyed Monster
You know that ache in your heart when you see someone who has something you do not, but want so badly? Yeah, it's called jealousy.
My eyes found her as she laughed, showing off all her pearly-whites. She looked utterly gorgeous. She seemed to have gotten even more beautiful in the five seconds which I'd stopped looking (or rather, gawking) at her.
The scene had no flaw, except just a teeny tiny one; her hand was wrapped around a boy that was not me.
Was I jealous? Absolutely.
I've been told they'd been together for more than eight months and that she claimed to be "very, very happy and in love" with him.
I felt like walking right up to them and punching him in the face for holding her hand and supposedly "replacing" me, not that I had any right to do so.
I remember when we were fourteen and it brings an ironic smile to my face. Back then, she was completely mine but I took her for granted. That must be why she left, or maybe I should say never came back cause it was me who left.
Had I known it would have been like this all these years after, I never would have.
It would be an understatement to say I miss her, cause I do. Every time I hear her name, my ears perk up. Every time I see her face I have to stop and take a deep breath.
She's always had this effect on me. In fact, the first time I laid eyes on her, almost five years back, she'd had the same effect on me. I was barely old enough to understand or realize it, but I know I fell in love. The way she smiled sent me off to another planet. And that day, I had sat all night long, working on a song that held that very line.
Our love was sweet and bitter at the same time.
I had been so naïve, the thought that we would actually break up for good was never a possibility in my mind. But that was exactly what happened and it left me with a hard slap on my face.
They call me the "shy one", but whenever I was around her, I let my guard down one hundred percent. She made me feel like I had nothing to worry about, and it usually involved butterflies in my stomach. Now if that isn't love, I don't know what is.
My favourite moments of "the good old days" were when we took walks. We would hold hands and she would swing them between us. We'd chatter away about something or the other, we were each other's best friend. Now and again, we would lean in until our lips met in a soft kiss. Sometimes, we'd just walk in silence, just enjoying being together.
Have you ever been in love? If you have, then you'll know what I'm talking about.
If I was made king, the first thing I would make sure was that no guy other than me would touch her ever again. I would make it like a law or something.
Even now, I watched her every little move. There were thousands -probably more- people screaming my name and trying to get my attention but all I saw and all I heard was her.
Not her though, she was completely oblivious to my world as she happily chatted away with the reporters. Even they loved her, I could tell. They would hang on every word she said. The camera loved her too, although it had never been able to portray how beautiful she was.
My eyes drifted down to their intertwined hands; she even held is hands the way she used to hold mine: with her hands interlaced with his, but her index finger and thumb wrapped around his index finger. I had never understood why she did that.
A had a sudden urge to go yell at her for forgetting me.
Because I, I would always feel that soft tug in my heart whenever I hear someone say Nick and Miley. Even our names were perfectly in sync with each other, but I guess she could care less because now she was no longer a part of Nick and Miley.
Jealousy; they call it the "Green-Eyed Monster", and I guess you could say I've befriended it.
A/N: Just something that came to me.
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