We're at a friend's party. We're sitting together on the balcony, off to one side. Since the start of the evening I've caught myself looking for you in the crowd, and when someone else tries to flirt with you, my mood sours fast.

You know what's the worst part? That I try to convince myself you're just a friend to me, but somehow it's not really working. I laugh quietly, looking away. Especially when I spend the whole evening waiting for you to come over to me instead of getting off my ass and talking to you myself.

I'm silent for a moment, fiddling with my lighter.

And then there's that guy you were talking to earlier… No, never mind. I have no right to be jealous. I guess I just care about you too much.