You met a sweet man in a grocery store. It was a picture-perfect start to the rest of your lives. You always say he's "the one." He makes you really happy, so I guess he is the one. It took me a bit to realize that this burning sensation I feel in my heart is jealousy. I wish I was your "the one," I've always wished for that, but it doesn't matter. All I care about is your happiness, so I'll swallow my scorching heart. I'm happy you're happy, I'm just sad that I'm not the one making you happy. Please know that I was there for you and still am. Please know that I love you.

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RomanceAfter watching a woman walk past, an observant being falls madly in love with her. It confesses its undying love for her over and over, but it goes unheard. With nothing left to do, it watches her from afar as she lives out her life. As her certifie...