Jealousy.

I hear two people talking.
A strong boy, a young girl.
They talk about love, marriage, and life.
They hold hands, smile, and kiss.
Even though the world knows it won't happen,
they don't let it stop them.
One day they'll break up,
their plans will never be true.

And then there's us.
Forever and ever, until the end of time.
And yet, we don't discuss any of it.
Are we scared of the future?
To always be together?
Are you just waiting for someone better to come along?
I get jealous of those other couples,
the ones that won't last,
because at least they get to talk about
what they feel in their hearts.