the contrary of jealousy.

She was never really jealous. On the contrary, she liked that others spoke to him, that they seemed to like him. She liked the idea of his light and his kindness reaching many: why be so possessive of these treasures, when the whole world could benefit from them?

Published by Eliza

Writing helps me find myself.

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