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My love

I never understood jealousy. The idea of wanting something so bad meant just simply going to get it. That if something was yours and you wanted that way, it remained so. The pettiness of being angry at you looking at a stranger or talking compliments of another female. I never understood jealousy. That was until a year passed after our lips said our last "I love you"s. Word came about describing a new girl by your side. A girl riding shotgun of your beloved jeep. The spot I sat in when one night under a navy sky we finally admitted that we love each other after months of holding it in. A lady you've taken on your arm to go on adventures with. Similar to our once readily occurring ice cream walks and midnight talks. A person that you bask in their company while others are around. Friends that we both shared for years after countless lunch hours spent on the bright rouge gym bleachers. Someone different nestled in the curve of your arm within your basement. The basement where I fell deeply and unconditionally in love with you even when my status was with someone else at the time. You see I never understood jealousy. That was until you found a soul that you decided made you happier than mine.

3 AM thoughts running wild