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Mixed feelings

A couple of years ago, There was this girl that my older brother met when he was dating this other girl. He only wanted to be friends with her (as far as I knew). She was very pretty and she was an amazing artist as well. I had a crush on this girl, I thought that maybe we could be good friends too.
My brother went away to his girlfriend's house and that was my opportunity to spend some time with this woman. We went on walks together and I hung out at her house and watched a movie with her boyfriend. When I found out about her boyfriend, I thought to myself, "This is okay; we could just be best friends." That would be enough for me to be happy. I was very happy to actually have a friend to spend time with that week.
We hung out at my house late at night and played zombie video games until she had to go home. Later that night, my brother comes home and then she sneaks out of her house to come back over. She didn’t want to spend time with me, she wanted spend all night with my brother until the next morning. I couldn't sleep at all because of the jealously that I was feeling. It was burning a hole inside of me and I couldn't take it.
I threw a kind of calm tantrum at her and asked her when she was going to go back home and she said, "Later." I went back to my room almost ripping the hair out of my head. I smacked a gargoyle statue off my TV and it broke when it hit the ground.
I come back out of my room to see her and my brother go outside. They had heard my tantrum and when I went outside to them, I told them why I was reacting like I was. I broke down and cried, they comforted me and invited me to walk the girl back home.
I step back inside my house after walking the girl back to hers. I go online to chat with her and apologize for my behavior. That was when she told me that her boyfriend had kicked her out of the house. I told her that she could come back and stay with us until she found somewhere else to go. I told my brother the news and he couldn't believe it either.
I went to her while my brother lies in bed and found her walking through the trees and trying to find a shortcut to my house. She dragged her bike beside her as she walked. She was devastated about being kicked out. She cried all the way back to my house.
When I lead her back into the house, she crawled onto the couch and rested her head on my brother; I got the other end; her feet and legs. I was then beginning to feel jealous again. I saved her from being baked by the sun when my brother was lying in bed doing nothing. My brother gets all the love while I don't get anything. She was crushing on him and I was still looked upon as a friend.
I didn't want to make things any more awkward, so I kept helping out the best I could.
The days that followed, I began looking down at the girl I saved. She was staying with us temporarily. I gave her a stare that made her shiver with fear as I walked past her. I didn't want anything to do with her anymore. I got the feeling that maybe she was just using me all of this time we've spent together until my brother got home, like I was filling in for his absence. I didn't like being used like that.
She came to me one night and told me how scared she was that I might hate her, which was true. I told her how I deserved the love she gave to my brother. It was all so confusing. I pretended to like her again so the conversation could end. She wanted a hug and I gave her one. After that, we never spoke again.
Many months after that experience I learned to just love myself and that I didn't need anyone else's acceptance to be happy. I'm now completely balanced in the mind and I couldn't be any better.

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