Jealousy

Remember when it was good?
Do you understand how I had felt about you holding me?
I remember......
I remember that the first night, the music strong, the bodies warm, the
nervousness and curiousity was still in the air.

I remember the fights that we had, the anger and sadness eveloped me
like a black vail over the face of a griever.
Yet, I remember us crossing the path of horror and finding a field of
happiness once again. However memories hard hard to lose.

If I must lose this battle, the battle between me and the rest of the
world, can you assure me this is how it should be? Can you tell me that
I will bypass this madness and find the truth? What is the truth? Would
that not be the question?

I am jealous. I am the one who knows not what he is, but what he wants.
Those are two separate stories.