If the dews froze under the Sahara,
The blaze will not then wither the will,
If the peace is no longer fluttering doves,
THEN THE HATE THEN WILL TURN TO LOVE
Yes, I'm scared. Yes, I'm jealous. I'm scared that you think she's pretty. I'm scared that you will find her more interesting. I'm scared that you will think she's so much better than me. I'm scared that you might leave me soon. And yes I'm jealous that she gets to see you. I'm jealous that you talked to her. I'm jealous that you had fun with her. I'm scared. I'm jealous. But that's only because you mean a lot to me.