Utterly, insantely, completely, of your beautiful Indian girl.
I am so jealous I want to post the song "je suis jalouse" to my wall. But I don't, and I won't.
I look for the tenth time at her pictures in your room, at your breakfast table, with your arm around her. She's smiling. You're smiling. You're both so beautiful.
She's leaving for good next week. It means you must have slept with her.
And I am jealous.
I am jealous.
My god I am so jealous it almost makes me laugh.
And what kills me is that I won't do anything about it.