Voyeur

I watch him lean in, pulling her tightly towards him. Gently he brushes a lock of her hair away and begins kissing her. It is the sort of kiss that makes others around weak with desire. You can see the love flood his face. All the memories of talking, touching, laughing and kissing fill his mind. I wanted to be this girl, his princess. I am nothing like her. She left him broken, and I hate her for that.