J For Jealousy

The evening was cold. The icy wind blew through her tresses.  Warmth was the need of the hour. 

And was there anything better than wrapping her hands around her beau, her head lying on his shoulders?

They zoomed past me, the lady hugging him tight, setting the dark cold windy night on fire.  

And leaving me jealous.

J For Jealousy

P.S. Why are we jealous about things which others possess, which we don't possess? Why is the human soul so frail to seek something which others have, rather than seek his own?