I see you across the cafe, looking at your phone, smiling, as he probably sent you another text message telling you how beautiful your smile is when your lips curve upwards and your teeth gleam like the moonlight.
He walks in: average height, round face, and big bright brown eyes. I knew that it was HIM because that's your type.
I think that's what I looked like too.
You raise your head slightly, get up on your feet, give him a tight hug, and smile at him slightly before you sit down and go about your business.
That was the first time I saw you since you sent me that message, telling me how you wanted things to end.
I told myself that if I ever saw you again, I wanted to see you sad, broken, and miserable, but not because I wanted to make you feel hurt, but because I wanted you to come back to me.
But I also wanted you to be happy, because that's what was important to me then, and still is important to me now, and if that's not with me, then that's it. I would want to keep my door open because I am jealous of how you've lived without me, but that wouldn't do both of us good.
So there I was, walking out that door,
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(Inspired by the song Jealous, written by Timothy McKenzie, Josh Kear, and Natalie Hemby, and performed by Labrinth)
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