So, I have no luck with women: I proposed three times, nothing; I'm single, a virgin, lonely. My brother meets a girl,(one girl!) he brings her home, and she's perfect! She's pretty, and smart, and likes the things we like, and he loves her, and she loves him, and it's all wonderful!
And I'm sitting on the sidelines, trying hard not to kill him for it.
There, there, someday, you'll find love and what you feel is perfectly natural about how you feel because, he found love and it can feel like that he's rubbing it in, just because he is 'lucky' but cheer up, you'll find love