I’m the type that gets jealous. Knowing that someone else get to see you everyday. Someone else get to talk to you everyday. Someone else who is able to put a smile on your face and make you laugh effortlessly. Someone who gets to hug you all the time. Someone you’d rather talk to and make plans revolving around them than me. I’m just jealous that someone else deserves your attention more and how I would have to bare with it. Having to share someone who means a lot to me, someone who is my world to me, with someone else and having to smile in front of you like I’m not hurting inside. And when that person fails to see you or talk to you because they have plans or something, I would be your run to. I would be your last resort, your back up when your main is not available. You don’t know how happy I get when you contact me first and talk to me, better yet, ask me to hang out and I would instantaneously agree to go. Sadly, it would only last a while until you main comes around again and I would be on hold on the side until I’m needed. Jealousy plus heartache is not a good mix.