Jealousy… Sometimes I miss me… I mean, I miss the moments I had, the moments that the Me was… well, kissing the girl, getting all the attention, being the central point of the universe, having a special moment… Moments like these, the people you shared these moments with, it does feel strange when they experience similar (yes, I know, it is never similar!) situations with other people… it kinda hurts. Or, well, yes it hurts a little, sometimes it hurts a lot. Especially when you are in a situation not being with somebody to share with.
No, I am not afraid of being alone, far from it even… But at certain moments it simply is hard to keep focus and realize that every “being together” with a person is special… that at that moment, it is you and nobody else.
How come we need to have the continuous confirmation that we, that I are/am special? Because even after a special moment, we know, we feel we are special. Are we that uncertain about ourselves that we need to have it mirrored by others?
Feeling special, being special. We know. All we have to do is look inside. By looking at others and reacting instinctively, or better said, reacting out of habit in jealousy is not the way.
We are special, I am special.