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I don't want to be mad. I want to be a better person and go up to Peter and say "I'm happy for you!" but I'm simply not that type of person. I'd rather wallow in jealousy and anger, alone in an empty parking lot while everyone is having the time of their lives.
I saw Liz smiling on the dancefloor and I knew immediately who she was looking at, because that's how I looked at him too. So how could I not be jealous? That was supposed to be me. So yeah, I'm fucking jealous. Even more so because she gets to dance with him – in front of everyone – and even if we were still together, we couldn't be like that, could we?
I say this, and part of me does very much feel jealous (and sad) because of that, but I know now that I'm done caring about what others think...because if we had a second chance I'm sure as hell not hiding how much I love —
