Reason 12:
The envy.
I've always been jealous of happy people.
That's the main goal in life, right? Happiness? I have never truly understood the feeling of love and happiness, because I've rarely felt it.
Holding hands, arms wrapped around my torso, a boy telling me I'm beautiful. That's what I wanted.
I never thought I was the jealous type, it's a trait I don't show on my skin. But when deprived of all I ever wanted, green clouds my vision.
That's why I was so latched on to the idea of liking you. I wanted to convince myself that there was hope when there wasn't.
Was it so hard to find someone who could like me?
I guess so.
YOU ARE READING
The 32 Reasons I Liked You
Short Story(completed) Book 1 of the "You" Series: I once saw something in you. That was a mistake. p.s. Don't react. Just read it, just know.
