Lucky little bitch.
No, that's not true. I shouldn't think things like that. Dani's not a bitch. She really is sweet. She makes him happy. That's what's important.
They're good together, and she makes him happy. That really is all that matters. As long as I concentrate on his face and not the fact that he's holding her, I'll be fine, right? God, I hate this.
Suck it up, Timberlake. He's happy. That's what's important. And sometimes, when I look at his face like that, I really believe it. He's so happy he fucking glows. And I love him even more for it, even if part of me's dying because it's not me he's happy with.
I want to be the one he's hugging. If I got even half the looks Dani gets from him, I'd be in heaven.
But he doesn't know that.
He could never be happy with you, Justin. Give it up. I know this is what's for the best, him being happy. That's why I'm standing here watching him be happy with her.
This is the right thing to do, even if it hurts. That's what people in love do: they suffer and sacrifice for the one they love; even if they don't even know.
He's happy and that really is the important thing here.
You know, I keep telling myself that him being happy is what's important, and it never gets any easier.