I envy her.

The way your eyes lit up when they meet hers.

The way you kiss her forehead everyday.

The way your hand brushes against her skin—

it makes mine burn.

The way she plays with your hair,

I envy that.

But above all,

I envy her ocen eyes,

the way they hold your hazel gaze.

The way your body sways with hers—

it makes my heart burn ...