I find myself oddly jealous; an emotion I feel very
sporadically. You are upset because of what she may think, above the reason of
being upset because I hurt you. This hurts me; leaves me with a sense of
inadequacy; of unimportance; of indifference. It makes me crave the respect you
have for her. I have no right to the feelings; it was me who hurt you. But I have
them, all the same.
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