My chest and throat tighten up when I see her in the hallways
I hate myself for feeling this way about her. She did nothing wrong.
Still, I can't help feeling a rush of resentment towards her when I see her with you.
You're probably just friends, I keep telling myself. That's probably true.
But I'm worried that your friendship might grow into something more.
That's a silly thing for me to worry about, now, isn't it. You're not even mine anymore. I shouldn't be worrying about who you're with.
If you two do get together though, then I hope she treats you better than I did.