Let them be happy. They'd be perfect. Ohh, let me lock you both in a room, you're so precious. Here, let me throw you an anniversary party! You want my what? Sure, take it. Be happy, you two. I love you both!
Don't get me wrong, I don't say it with gritted teeth or clenched fists either. Surprisingly, I'm genuinely happy when someone I care about finds someone who makes them happy.
I just find myself wishing I was That Certain Someone Else more often than I'd like to admit sometimes.
You'd find yourself analyzing what's lacking in you instead. Am I not smart pretty nice enough? Is it cos' I talk too much? But I can't be quiet! Or am I too boring? Too wild of an imagination? I'm thinking toooo too much! Does she have bigger rack? Less scarred legs? Omg it's a race thing, isn't it?
(I'm not kidding, this is so glaringly possible, it hurts)
I am such an over-analyzing girly witch monster ._.
But yeahh. Compromise. Hold those thoughts in, be happy for them instead. Two people are happy, that's all that matters.
(2 weeks later)
I suppose I could've been more honest. "I like you. I hope you do too. We spent Valentine's Day together! Wasn't that an indication?" instead of "That's nice. I hope you're happy with her."
or
"I'm sick of hearing your complaints. I'm right here, can't you see that?"
But this is only happening in my mind. ;)
For now, I'm just going to enjoy being "That Cool Friend".
I think I have a type. The Emotionally Unavailable Type.
Okay, I'm just gonna go laugh at my life and eat nao. Kthxbye!
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