I never thought of myself as a jealous person.
Until you.
I had no reason to be jealous. How could I?
You told me you loved me.
I was the love of your life, your soulmate, the reason you got up in the morning.
I remember you saying no one would ever love me like you do. So how could I be jealous?
I now know why. Finally, after taking off the rose colored glasses, I see why.
You get to live your life after me.
You get to wake up every morning not knowing or caring about the pain you have caused.
You get to experience more love than I ever will, because how could anyone love me as much as you, right?
YOU will never feel how you've made me feel.
That is why I'm iealous. Or is it Envy?