I have never been the jealous kind,
until
you uttered these words,
“I miss him. I wish he were here.”An awful feeling rose from my chest
and an understanding that
I
would only always be second place.
Jun20
I have never been the jealous kind,
until
you uttered these words,
“I miss him. I wish he were here.”An awful feeling rose from my chest
and an understanding that
I
would only always be second place.
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