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That’s the Kind of Girl You Chose
And I saw myself in her.
I saw the pictures.
I wish I hadn’t.
Your grin was open, inviting, and warm — far from the days when you were closed off to the world and off in an ideal universe all your own.
She sat beside you, a tentative smile on her face, as if she were rethinking the picture but she didn’t want to say anything to you.
What could I say about her? She looked nice. She reminded me of me in the way she angled towards the camera as if afraid it would catch her in the wrong light. And her shyness bled through her eyes — yet another trait I could find myself relating to. Maybe we might have been friends in another life.
Instead, I was watching her with envious eyes. In one instant, she had gone from a stranger to an enemy — as if it even mattered. You were just a guy who was happy with a girl who liked you too. I should have been happy for you, loner that you could be.
So why wasn’t I happy for you?
I so, so wanted to feel a kind of bliss that your life was falling into place. You weren’t going to be alone. You were proving to me and every introverted person out there that the happily-ever-after was attainable. You could have been a rock star for every one of us who had ever watched a…
