He probably knew, when his sister came home with her boyfriend for the first time. He was jealous. Not exactly at her or anyone in particular. But rather at all the people who where in a relationship and made it look so easy. It wasn't easy. He never had one. A relationship. Or even a person he wanted to be in one with, to begin with. But at the same time he was jealous of himself. He felt like he had the opportunity once and threw it away. Which was complete nonsense because he didn't know which opportunity that should be. Or who. Or when. But still, he felt like it. That made him sad and angry because how could he be sad over a non existing relationship with a non existing person that his body made him feel like could've existed?
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Short StoryHe probably knew, when they kissed. No. He certainly knew, when they kissed. A short story.
