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The perfect li(f)e

I could be jealous of her, because she has got everything I've always wanted. She's pretty, she has got so many friends and has the perfect boyfriend. But in about fifty years, she's as pretty as I am.
She has got so many friends around her that I see her everyday with another one, which means no one of them is worth it to call a close friend.
And her boyfriend... He seems as perfect as she is. He's handsome and popular and in many ways the kind of guy everyone wishes for.
But I would never place him aboce my own boyfriend.
He may not be so cute as hers, but at least he's kind and he gives me the feeling that I'm the most special girl in the world.
And not every stupid blond girl with fake boobs and a face that wouldn't be half as pretty without all that make-up on, is admiring him because of his looks and his great talent in football - or was it kissing?
Which brings me to my second point; her boyfriend is this popular that he's invited to every cool party, and she doens't join him this often. I don't know if she trusts him, but if she does, it's kind of pathetic.
No girl deserves it to be cheated on like this, not even this one.
On every party, he's spotted with another girl, so it's nearly impossible that his girlfriend doesn't know it. Someone must have told her.
One of her so called friends, or - more likely - one of the haters.
Maybe she stays with him because she's afraid of a life without him and she ignores the fact that he doesn't love her unconditionally.
And I know my boyfriend does. I know that when he wakes up Saturday morning and he watches me while I'm asleep, he thinks: “How on earth did I got so lucky to deserve her?”�
And I know that because it's exactly what I think when I wake up earlier than him and see him sleeping.
So I could be jealous of her 'perfect' life, but I'm not.
My life's perfect enough.

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