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"O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;

It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock

The meat it feeds on; that cuckold lives in bliss

Who, certain of his fate, loves not wronger;

but, O, what damned minutes tells he o'er

Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves!"

- Othello, Shakespeare.

Have you ever felt that so-called jealousy? That you feel like doing anything just to get rid of the one that makes you jealous? Blame no one, nothing, but that green-eyed monster that lives beneath your skin.

What is it with jealousy? Is it a sign of a strong love, too strong that it eat you alive? Is it a sign of weak and fragile love? Too weak that it should be wrapped with yellow bands? Is it a sign of insecurity? A sign of distrust? A sign of unhandled desire of possessing?

Is it good? Is it bad? Is it safe? is it dangerous? Is it destructive? Is it normal? Is it abnormal? Is it magical? Is it uncanny? Is it heroic? Is it pathetic?

Is it the one that makes you curse? Is it the one that makes you cry? Is it the one that makes you laugh at that idiot slash yourself? Is it the one that makes you guess? Is it the one that makes you believe in truth that you've made up yourself?

Is it the one that hurts you, till you end up bearing the pain with your bare hands? Isn't it funny that you know how it sucks your energy, but you keep feeding it with your hatred and love?

Then you keep questioning why;

"Why this green-eyed monster stays in me; not you?"