Today I realized something. Something I never thought about before. It was the end of the day and I had this person staring at me. Watching me, waiting. Waiting for Parker to meet me. Wating for him to wrap his arms around me. I saw her eyes, still watching. She watched all the way until I took a turn and she remained walking straight. She hates me, and I know it. She hates what I have. She hates that she can’t have it. She hates me for something that was never hers to begin with. Hatred is kind of pointless. It’s silly, and meaningless.
