I admit I'm a tad possessive. I don't like people touching what is mine. This particularly pertains to my precious partner. Every time his friends touch him, hug him, I feel a pang of envy shooting through my heart. I'm afraid. I'm afraid he'll leave me someday, that I won't be the most important person in his heart. There is a name for my "condition". I believe I am green with envy. I admit I am jealous of how much time he spends with his friends. I'm jealous of how much space they take up in his heart. I'm jealous.
