Along the lines of Jealousy
I had gotten a little jealous because he told me that he hugged his friend at work and had his hand on her head. He was thinking about how short I was compared to him so he smiled. She had no clue. He asked her, “how tall are you?”, “five feet two…” she says. If He were hugging me, I’d be about 2 to 3 inches taller than her. As soon as he went into his truck he sighed and said, “haw, Daisylynn!” It’s what he and I both say when we long for each other. Moments like that makes us miss each other more. He called me and told me, “wow you really are short.”
Of course I got jealous because I want to be the one he hugs, but I can’t. I didn’t tell him I was jealous because he was thinking of me when he did it. It was no real reason to be jealous either because I hug my friends too.
Later on in the night I asked him, “uhm, what if I told you I got jealous about something, would you look at me differently?”, “like what?” He said. “Oh you know, like other girls.”
He replied, “of course not, I would change whatever it was. I’d do anything to make you happy.” I can’t believe he said that, but of course I would never ask such a thing from him. That would be selfish of me.
As we headed to bed, we FaceTimed to chat a little bit longer. “So, what made you jealous?” He asked. “Nothing…” as I shook my head with a grin. At this point I was already content with what he had said earlier. Realizing how insecure I was becoming, I stopped myself. “Come on babe, we’re supposed to tell each other things.” I said, “well, right now it’s not too bad, I’m not that jealous because it’s something small and silly but if i open up to you about it, it might become something and I know it’s going to be a thought in the back of your mind, so no…I don’t want to tell you.” It took him a little bit to understand but when he did he told me, “it’s okay, It’s not like I’m going to force you to tell me, but don’t be jealous.” I stared as he went on, “…no, no, no, don’t feel that way babe, there’s nothing for you to be jealous about. You’re my one and only.” As he shook his head. At that moment tears came falling out of my eyes and I had to hide my face from him. Little did he know a part of me cried because I was happy, I’ve never felt so secure with someone before. Another part of me cried because it hurt when reality hit me and told me I couldn’t hug him at that instant. I know I’m going to be happy in life with him. I love him so much.
