A part of my thought that won’t seem to go beyond itself in words and feeling. Just stuck.
So, this isn’t love, is it? If I am even a little selfish, it is not. But if I want her so much, it should be. But then again, it’s just not meant to be, and it’s not supposed to be like that, so it should not be. If I am jealous with her being happy with anyone else, it should not be. Eh, this is not something I should be thinking about.