She smiled. I frowned. What was she smiling about? She should only be smiling at me.

She giggled. I groaned inwardly.

Don’t worry. She loves you. You’re her boyfriend. No one else can take your place.

I was relieved again. It was true. She was mine.

And that made me smile.

^{_^}_

Her little smile filled me up with joy. And even though her little giggle evaporated and she turned to talk to others, I still repeated the same thoughts.

She smiled at me. Because of me. I made her smile. I made her laugh. She likes me.

And that made me smile.

^{_^}_

She giggled, hiding it behind her hand. I snorted. She is so lucky. She thinks she’s everything, but she’s not.

I looked away, but she was still smiling. I hated it. She was so darn happy, and I was miserable. Where was the justice in the world?

There is none.

Right. I forgot.

Hey, would you look at that.

Well, well. If her boyfriend’s not satisfied, there’ll be hell to pay.

Just the thought of that made me smile.