I think you have fallen for her. I think that you are enamored by her. You talk about her all of the time. It makes me jealous. It hurts me. It makes me want to scream inside, but I can’t. What good would that do anyway? You aren’t even mine. I have no right to be jealous. It just hurts that you see her in that way when I have been by your side for so long, supporting and caring for you. It hurts that you don’t see me that way.