Jealousy has a way of unleashing the monster that you don't wish to be. For some reason, it hurts. And the fact that it makes you do things that you normally won't when you are able to think rationally is a wonder. It gets to your nerves, crawls to your skin, and boils your wits off your head. For those who love, Jealousy is inevitable. For those who trust, jealousy is a test. For no relationship ever has a perfectly lain blueprint. It is then up to one's self to overcome jealousy.
I admit that I'm a poor reactor to jealousy. I've only gotten jealous a few times, all but the last two experiences I had overcome. Now, I am jealous again. This time I'm trying to disregard the gnawing feeling of loneliness everytime I am with you but you're too busy minding other people's troubles. Maybe that's the pitiful price to pay having Superman as my boyfriend.
To you.
Look. I'm not making you choose between your heroic deeds and me, nor am I even banning you from being the very reliable friend that you are. I'm not stopping you from rescuing all the damsels-in-distress this world has taken hostage. And for heaven's sake, go and be the hotline for the problematic as you wish to. And forget about me.
Of course it's not your fault that I'm becoming the possessive girlfriend that I've never even wanted to be in the first place. It's just me and my ridiculous gut feelings. It's just me and the impact of the trauma with third parties.
I'm sorry.
I admit that I'm a poor reactor to jealousy. I've only gotten jealous a few times, all but the last two experiences I had overcome. Now, I am jealous again. This time I'm trying to disregard the gnawing feeling of loneliness everytime I am with you but you're too busy minding other people's troubles. Maybe that's the pitiful price to pay having Superman as my boyfriend.
To you.
Look. I'm not making you choose between your heroic deeds and me, nor am I even banning you from being the very reliable friend that you are. I'm not stopping you from rescuing all the damsels-in-distress this world has taken hostage. And for heaven's sake, go and be the hotline for the problematic as you wish to. And forget about me.
Of course it's not your fault that I'm becoming the possessive girlfriend that I've never even wanted to be in the first place. It's just me and my ridiculous gut feelings. It's just me and the impact of the trauma with third parties.
I'm sorry.
