Why do I feel this way when I see him having fun with others? If I loved him, it would make me happy to see him happy, right? I wouldn't quite call it jealousy... there's a much deeper sense of desperation to it. But desperation for what?
I continue to burn inside, not just from situations.
Why is an enduring love so hard to find?
I continue to burn inside, not just from situations.
Why is an enduring love so hard to find?
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