Not one had the power to infuriate me one moment and charm me the next. Not one ever made me feel so lacking, or made me yearn to be better, to be different. When I do not see her, I am agitated. When another man dares get too close to her, I am colored green inside. When she is beside me, there is a rippling joy that goes through me, and I seek her smile or frown or gaze by any means possible. I know I am not worthy of her, and I desperately wish for her anyway.”
Reminds me of another’s speech
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