I sit here, and peer into moments of your life from my bedroom, and I see candle-lit I-love-yous and polka dotted fun in the sun. You seem to have it all...

And my jealousy screams...

It's not that I'm not happy with where I am and the people that I'm around. I just sometimes wish I had more. That I could get back what I lost, maybe even a little fraction of that... Joy? Contentment? Satisfaction? Exhileration? Peace?

The words struggle to get out, the tears fight against my better judgement and this smile strains my face.

I hope things work out for you, whoever you are... Because people deserve to be happy.