You look so happy with her within your arms as the two of you walk together with the luminous of smiles on your faces. I stand far away from you as possible and far away from the pain that slowly creeps in as I watch you two act as if you are the only ones in the area. Even if I have this urge to grasp your hand away from her, I continue to stand in a dignified manner, pushing back the thought of wanting you back. You never did anyway, as you ran off with her like a free man, one week after I said we were over.
