I’m tired of whining,

Tired of crying.

How could I do so?

I have the person I love,

Nothing bad can happen now.

All I can think about is my jealousy,

How I hate all those other couples

The “lucky” ones that can be together.

But if I take at the same couple a few months later,

They’ve separated, went their own ways.

Honestly, we are the lucky ones.

We know where we belong,

Never could possibly stop loving each other.

I think about you,

And I know I have everything I ever wanted, needed.

So I’m tired of whining, crying.

Because someday,

All of this will be done.

We’ll be the happy ones smiling,

The one that others hate.

I love you,

And as long as you love me too,

I’m the luckiest person in the world.