Jealousy. For me, it sits in my throat just before my mouth. It drips into my stomach and leaves a bad taste. I take a drink of water, turn up my music and try to ignore it. There's always someone. Something. It's always there. Sometimes I successfully defeat it and become in control of it. Swallow hard, it'll pass. Tennyson said "'T is better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all." I've never been a big fan of Tennyson. I'd much rather love things I can be in control of. The sweet taste of Honeydew. The melody to my favorite song. A piece of art has never failed to capture my heart. It's also never broken it. I'm not shutting out the possibility of being loved or being in love. My parents have shown me that it does exist, no matter how rare it may sometimes seem. They've spent nearly everyday together for over 25 years. At work, at home, they're always together. Love happens. Maybe even for me, someday.

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