I only have have one question, scraping the inside of me. Answer it, and I will stumble back into her shadow, shut my mouth, never ask again. I've tried to ignore it, but it won't go away. It haunts my dreams, chases me through every single day, and I don't have the strength to turn around, face it down. So please tell me and I swear I'll never ask again. It's in your power to make it go away, and all you have to do is tell me why you love her more.

Either way, you are in charge. Jealousy works against you. It takes control away from you, hands it over to the opposition. Maintain control.

In my limited realm of experience, beginnings led to endings.

Happily ever after is a concept I'll never believe in.

Every high has an equal, measurable low.

I hate this feeling. Like I'm here, but I'm not. Like someone cares. But they don't. Like I belong somewhere else, anywhere but here, and escape lies just past that snowy window, cool and crisp as the February air.

Love is for children and dimwads.