Jealousy
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Jealousy- Song by Queen, Story by Me
Oh how wrong can you be ?
Oh to fall in love
Was my very first mistake
How was I to know
I was far too much in love to see ?
Oh jealousy look at me now
Jealousy you got me somehow
You gave me no warning
Took me by surprise
Jealousy you led me on
You couldn't lose, you couldn't fail
You had suspicion on my trail
“I’m sorry I lied to you.”
He looked so sincere, sitting opposite her in the small café, notorious for being home to artists; writers, painters, actors, they all congregated here.
Now it was a second home to her, the pretty brunette, with alabaster skin and hazel eyes.
A struggling writer or poetry, short stories, unfinished novels, fingers almost constantly twitching for a pen and paper, which she always carried in her satchel.
A girl he had never cared deeply about, until the day he realised that she would never be his.
The offending ring sparkled on her finger, a reminder that another man had won this quiet girl with an imagination that reached the stars.
He hadn’t realised how good her writing was when they had first met over two years ago. Short poems scribbled into a notebook, tucked in her handbag, they hadn’t seemed like much.
Waking on night after hours of pure pleasure, enjoying skin against skin, sweat trailing down, he had woken from exhaustion, to find her hurriedly writing. She hadn’t let him read it, but told him the basic gist.
Vampires engaged in tighter than life embraces, blood sharing, blood staining white linen sheets. It was all he could do not to laugh at her. The anxious expression, brows creased in concentration, he couldn’t destroy her dreams.
They had parted ways out of necessity. A job that had been to good to pass up, required him to move to the other end of the country, and she didn’t want to go with him, nor to try a long distance relationship.
They kept in sporadic contact, through instant messaging on-line, trough txt on cell phones, then…nothing.
He had heard nothing from her for two years.
It was a web site that reconnected old friends that led them together again.
She hunted him down, for no good reason, than trying to make sense of her life, her writing. A publishing house wanted to publish a selection of her poems, and she wanted another opinion.
He couldn’t believe it. The poetry, that she let him read was so personal, powerful and made him realise that she had more talent than he thought.
He told her as much.
But he couldn’t believe that she had a boyfriend. She was living with him, a young lawyer, who looked like he’d be more comfortable on a sports field.
Not wanting to lose contact with her again, he congratulated her, even met the man, and congratulated him on attracting such an amazing girl.
He went silent for a while, telling himself and her that he didn’t want to complicate her life. He wanted her to be happy in this new life she had created.
But he didn’t mean it.
He wanted her.
To smell her sex scented body in the afternoon heat, to run his fingers through her hair.
He finally called her, arraigned to meet her for lunch. she suggested a place that wouldn’t be so busy, to which he readily agreed.
How how how all my jealousy
I wasn't man enough to let you hurt my pride
Now I'm only left with my own jealousy
So, here they were. In the back of the artists café, cups of coffee in front of them.
She told him her news.
Engaged.
Last night.
The ring was stunning, a white gold band with a stunning sparkling diamond.
Unfortunately, it suited her about as much as the fiancé did. The band was to wide for her slender finger, her small hand. It looked more like a proclamation to the world.
This girl is taken.
And a diamond?
Not for this girl.
Far to traditional for her.
Lapis or amethyst. Not a diamond.
Then his confession.
Oh how strong can you be
With matters of the heart ?
Life is much too short
To while away with tears
If only you could see
Just what you do to me (oh jealousy)
Jealousy you tripped me up
Jealousy you brought me down
You bring me sorrow, you cause me pain
Jealousy when will you let go ?
Gotta hold of my possessive mind
Turned me into a jealous kind
“About what?”
Damn. Those eyes of hers were fixed on him.
“Wishing you luck. I was hoping you would leave him.”
“For you?!” She sounded like she expected him to say as much. “You only want me, because you can’t have me.”
“Do you love him?”
“Is that what you really want to know? Wouldn’t you rather know if I love you?” She accused.
He couldn’t reply.
“I almost did. Once.”
“Almost.” A single word and it broke him to hear it. To say it.
“You wouldn’t let me. You wanted me to give up everything and go to a place I knew no-one. Had no job, no connections. For what? A man who didn’t even know what love was? Wasn’t willing to learn?”
He sat in thought. She was right.
“Do you love him?”
“I care about him. Being with him is safer than being with you. I don’t have to worry about getting put aside for someone willing to do something I won’t.”
Was he really going to lose her to the lawyer?
“Is it security?”
“Partly. I’ve got to go. Things to do.”
She stood up, slung the satchel over her shoulder.
“He’ll ask you to change. To be a lawyers wife.”
She stopped.
“I know.”
He followed her out of the café, to her car.
“Please?” he pleaded.
“What do you want?” she asked.
“You.”
“I haven’t given him an answer.”
She slid into the car, and drove away.
How how how all my jealousy
I wasn't man enough to let you hurt my pride
Now I'm only left with my own jealousy
But now it matters not
If I should live or die
'Cause I'm only left with my own jealousy
Jealousy- Song by Queen, Story by Me
Oh how wrong can you be ?
Oh to fall in love
Was my very first mistake
How was I to know
I was far too much in love to see ?
Oh jealousy look at me now
Jealousy you got me somehow
You gave me no warning
Took me by surprise
Jealousy you led me on
You couldn't lose, you couldn't fail
You had suspicion on my trail
“I’m sorry I lied to you.”
He looked so sincere, sitting opposite her in the small café, notorious for being home to artists; writers, painters, actors, they all congregated here.
Now it was a second home to her, the pretty brunette, with alabaster skin and hazel eyes.
A struggling writer or poetry, short stories, unfinished novels, fingers almost constantly twitching for a pen and paper, which she always carried in her satchel.
A girl he had never cared deeply about, until the day he realised that she would never be his.
The offending ring sparkled on her finger, a reminder that another man had won this quiet girl with an imagination that reached the stars.
He hadn’t realised how good her writing was when they had first met over two years ago. Short poems scribbled into a notebook, tucked in her handbag, they hadn’t seemed like much.
Waking on night after hours of pure pleasure, enjoying skin against skin, sweat trailing down, he had woken from exhaustion, to find her hurriedly writing. She hadn’t let him read it, but told him the basic gist.
Vampires engaged in tighter than life embraces, blood sharing, blood staining white linen sheets. It was all he could do not to laugh at her. The anxious expression, brows creased in concentration, he couldn’t destroy her dreams.
They had parted ways out of necessity. A job that had been to good to pass up, required him to move to the other end of the country, and she didn’t want to go with him, nor to try a long distance relationship.
They kept in sporadic contact, through instant messaging on-line, trough txt on cell phones, then…nothing.
He had heard nothing from her for two years.
It was a web site that reconnected old friends that led them together again.
She hunted him down, for no good reason, than trying to make sense of her life, her writing. A publishing house wanted to publish a selection of her poems, and she wanted another opinion.
He couldn’t believe it. The poetry, that she let him read was so personal, powerful and made him realise that she had more talent than he thought.
He told her as much.
But he couldn’t believe that she had a boyfriend. She was living with him, a young lawyer, who looked like he’d be more comfortable on a sports field.
Not wanting to lose contact with her again, he congratulated her, even met the man, and congratulated him on attracting such an amazing girl.
He went silent for a while, telling himself and her that he didn’t want to complicate her life. He wanted her to be happy in this new life she had created.
But he didn’t mean it.
He wanted her.
To smell her sex scented body in the afternoon heat, to run his fingers through her hair.
He finally called her, arraigned to meet her for lunch. she suggested a place that wouldn’t be so busy, to which he readily agreed.
How how how all my jealousy
I wasn't man enough to let you hurt my pride
Now I'm only left with my own jealousy
So, here they were. In the back of the artists café, cups of coffee in front of them.
She told him her news.
Engaged.
Last night.
The ring was stunning, a white gold band with a stunning sparkling diamond.
Unfortunately, it suited her about as much as the fiancé did. The band was to wide for her slender finger, her small hand. It looked more like a proclamation to the world.
This girl is taken.
And a diamond?
Not for this girl.
Far to traditional for her.
Lapis or amethyst. Not a diamond.
Then his confession.
Oh how strong can you be
With matters of the heart ?
Life is much too short
To while away with tears
If only you could see
Just what you do to me (oh jealousy)
Jealousy you tripped me up
Jealousy you brought me down
You bring me sorrow, you cause me pain
Jealousy when will you let go ?
Gotta hold of my possessive mind
Turned me into a jealous kind
“About what?”
Damn. Those eyes of hers were fixed on him.
“Wishing you luck. I was hoping you would leave him.”
“For you?!” She sounded like she expected him to say as much. “You only want me, because you can’t have me.”
“Do you love him?”
“Is that what you really want to know? Wouldn’t you rather know if I love you?” She accused.
He couldn’t reply.
“I almost did. Once.”
“Almost.” A single word and it broke him to hear it. To say it.
“You wouldn’t let me. You wanted me to give up everything and go to a place I knew no-one. Had no job, no connections. For what? A man who didn’t even know what love was? Wasn’t willing to learn?”
He sat in thought. She was right.
“Do you love him?”
“I care about him. Being with him is safer than being with you. I don’t have to worry about getting put aside for someone willing to do something I won’t.”
Was he really going to lose her to the lawyer?
“Is it security?”
“Partly. I’ve got to go. Things to do.”
She stood up, slung the satchel over her shoulder.
“He’ll ask you to change. To be a lawyers wife.”
She stopped.
“I know.”
He followed her out of the café, to her car.
“Please?” he pleaded.
“What do you want?” she asked.
“You.”
“I haven’t given him an answer.”
She slid into the car, and drove away.
How how how all my jealousy
I wasn't man enough to let you hurt my pride
Now I'm only left with my own jealousy
But now it matters not
If I should live or die
'Cause I'm only left with my own jealousy