I get mad a lot.
More accurately, I get jealous.
And it's so silly because you aren't even mine.
I suppose that's never mattered, though.
It doesn't matter that I get mad and write stupid, ranting blog posts.
It doesn't matter that I cry when I see pictures of you and her together on Facebook.
It doesn't even make a difference that you really haven't been single since I met you.

You're in my heart.
You'll always be in my heart.
That's the only thing that matters.