Jealousy

I looked at them so happy, so compasionate, so... in love. I felt something I had never felt before, something so foul, I felt jealous. Jealous of them, of what they had. I wanted that. I wanted someone who would hold me, kiss me. I want someone that will make me happy at just the thought of them. Someone that will look at me as if i'm the only girl they'll ever love. I want someone that won't be afraid to show the world that he wants me, that he loves me. I want a guy like the one in front of me, like the one holding his girlfriend's hand. I want someone like him, I want to be... in love.