I envy..

I envy every girl that happened to touch his soul. I envy every girl that happened to let him glance at her. I envy every girl that let him have his heart hasten to her, every girl that let him have his eyes trace her out of the door. I envy every girl that got to comprehend his voice every-night, and so I envy every girl who got to learn his whispers’ tones till he sleeps, on any night. I envy every girl that witnessed his growth, every girl that happened to let he refrain her with even a call. I envy every girl that happened to scent his breath, every girl that he sang to, and every girl that knew a thing about him. I envy every girl who was not me, every girl he eliminated her tears, every girl he hugged, every girl he swayed, every girl he contemplated, every girl he said hi to, every girl he shook hands with too - and every girl who let him postulate that it wasn’t always about him to me. I envy every girl that drew because of him, every girl that wrote about him, or had the urge to breath because of him. I envy every girl that ensued to be there for him. I envy them all.