Aug 9, 2017 · 1 min read
Observations
My favorite thing about when they danced wasn’t how impressive the moves were. It wasn’t how big her smile was and that you could see happiness in her eyes, though it was a close second. It was the jealousy written all over your face. Even from across the room I could tell that you were uncomfortable. The way you moved. Your body was stiff and you looked furious. Even the way you covered your mouth. Even if she has no interest in him and vise versa, I’m glad it made you uncomfortable. I’m glad it made you mad. I’m glad that you were in pain. You always hurt her. Even if it was unintentional. You came up to me and said you were uncomfortable. You said you were very protective of her, even though you have a girlfriend. “protective”
