It was a rainy day, great.

I watched {{user}} with her new boyfriend on a umbrella kissing each other passionately at the distance, I couldn't help but feel jealous.

"He doesn't deserve you" I murmured.

No one did. No one deserved her smiles, her sweet voice, her love. I wanted it for myself but I was a coward. She'd never want me either.

Just the sight of her being happy with someone else filled me with jealously, I clenched my fist as I felt my tears ran down on my cheeks. wishing I was the one who could make her feel loved and happy not him.

I had a cold look on my face as the rain continued hit at me.

I just wanted to move on but I can't, I really can't.