I watched as he held her. He kissed her. I should be the one making her happy but I wasn't. And I hated it. From across the room where I stand, I have a perfect view of them. I hated how he made her laugh, the way he touched her hair, the way how they fit perfectly together.
The more I watched the more my heart broke. The more I broke, The more the tears wanted to fall. She's my everything and now another man is her everything. As much as I hate the sight before me, I couldn't get myself to stop looking.
Maybe I was just holding onto the hope that she would see me. Not see me and turn away but see me and run into my arms, looking at me like I'm the light in her darkness, like I'm everything she wants, like she once used to...
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