I’m almost okay that you have her in your arms and not me. I’m almost okay that she’s the first person you tell your good news to and not me. I’m almost okay that she’s the one who gets to meet your little sisters and listen to that beautiful laugh of yours. I’m even almost okay with the fact that I’m falling for a guy that’s already in love with a girl that I can’t even muster up the anger to hate. I’m so almost okay with all of it, that I’m not okay at all. Not even a little bit. Because I can’t do like or hatred or even ambivalence with you. And the only thing left is love. The only emotion I could ever possibly have for you is love.