I envy my roommate, and her perfect boy. I envy their beautiful, blossoming relationship. I envy the looks he gives her, and the way he runs his hand so familiarly through her hair. I envy her tiny waist that keeps him coming back. I envy their position at the top of the precipice (love). I envy the jump they are about to make together into a new relationship. I envy the feeling of euphoria they are both experiencing as they discover each other. I hate them.
Confession posted on 10/10/2003