I was always jealous of him, he was your friend, and I wasn't. Friendship would have been less than I craved but more than I wanted.
The desire to be around you was bigger than my desire to be with you, I would rather spend years pining and be near you than be pining from a great length away.
Every harsh comment I made towards Stiles is something I regret. He had done nothing wrong but be in the spot I wanted. Right by your side. The rude remarks about him were said in pure jealousy and it was a terrible thing to do.