You talk to the second youngest with ease, teased around with him with an overpowering demeanor, but you would not with me.
You fool around with the fun member of the group, hold him as close friends would, yet you would not with me.
You would tenderly caress our leader, touch him, hug him, spoil him, kiss him, but you would never do so with me.
The man dressed in a crisp suit observed the object that took his focus away from behind his newspapers, and clenched his fists, his chest holding back the envy that would surely flood out without control.
You would have fun sharing your love for food with our leader, embrace him, look over him with tenderness and care, yet you would not do so with me.
You always partner up with the man borne of the same year as me, play what seemed to be insignificant, but to me, distinct, games with him, however, you would not do so with me.
You share showers and laughter and joyful moments with the man that brings cheer to the group, yet you will never ever do so with me.
The mature young man, stylishly dressed for work, would sneak glances at his object of affection from afar, when he thought no one was looking; a slight, wistful feeling descends into his heart.
Look at me.
Birthday gift to myself =D Too late by an hour plus though, but oh well XD