Saturday, February 1, 2014

The feeling of envy strikes once in a blue moon. And it strikes today.

Sitting comfortably at the pink-peach silk sofa at a cozy living room of my friend’s house trying to do our own businesses with another friend and her boyfriend sitting across me, something hit me.

No, I don’t have a crush on her boyfriend or anything romantic for him. It’s just that I’m starting to feel envious of their relationship—I want something of the same kind for me too.

I want a boyfriend who would come to my house on weekends because he misses me. I want a boyfriend who goes along with my friends, who could always tag along whenever I hang with them. I want a boyfriend whom my sister would like because he brings her the lipsticks she dreams of. I want a boyfriend who would join my family dinner because my parents invited him.


I want a boyfriend who wouldn’t just love me, but would love my family and friends just as much.