For we must all learn to howl.

How best to put this, I wonder... If anything at all, this is just one of those random posts that I write and share with no explanation other than the confession that it's been on my mind an awful lot the past few days and I needed to scribble this down somewhere so I could stop mulling it over again and again. You know how people always ask you what you look for in a significant other? I used to come up with a long list of qualities and characters traits I thought I wanted to find when I was younger, and it always used to paint an all-in-all perfect picture of what I thought was my "ideal" person. It's funny how your answers always change as you grow up - not unexpected, but also refreshingly surprising when you compare what you say now to what you would have said back then. I'd stopped thinking about that question until a year ago, when I dated this one guy. Granted, it was only one date and we broke things off after that, but we did have rather interestin...

I think whoever it was who first described Jealousy as green both understood it too well and yet not at all. Jealousy is green - green is youthful, full of energy... And at the same time incredibly childish. On the whole, Jealousy is so much more than that. Jealousy is red  - it's blind rage, a fire threatening to consume you as you catch yourself wondering if he's seeing someone else. It's possessive, wanting him only to yourself - it's dangerously heady. Jealousy is blue  - it's you feeling as though you're not good enough for him, wondering if he looks at other people and wishing you could be like those other people. It's you telling yourself you don't deserve him, you never will, and it's you telling yourself (and hating yourself all the more for it) that he should be with someone else because they fit better. Green  is when he sulks because you can't go to dinner with him. Red  is crazy, stupid impulse - the ones you push down a...

Yes, I'm a bitch. The thing is, I don't see what's so wrong with that if I'm actually asking a valid question. So there's no need to talk down to that, thanks. Am I to feel weird for asking a question you define as "journalistic"?

Tell me about him, she says. Hesitation. An open mouth that falls silent. So many emotions blurring into one, but nothing to say. Would it be better to share thoughts instead of words? 26 letters are not enough. How does one share a shaky grin, a breath released in private? A nervous giggle when scrolling through messages The slightly exasperated understanding everyone else exudes Ah, yes. Look at that face. Look at that girl. Bright eyes, crooked smile - you know what you're looking at. She's in love   infatuated . Tell me about him, she says. I laugh, hesitate, comb my fingers through my hair. I'm not sure what to say, I say. Let's wait till the next date.