I'm waiting.

This whole incident struck me like a deja vu. It's happened time and again. It's not her fault, I should be happy for her but I found myself struggling to force a smile out. I've always thought a pitiful childhood will be reimbursed with an adulthood abundant with happiness. I've always thought what she has now will vanish within the years to come and those years to come would be my time to rise above others' expectation of me. All the waiting have exhausted my hunger for excellence and dashed my little hopes of having the last laugh.