Envy
There's that driving pain attached to attraction to a taken woman. Harrowing guilt accompanies it. The happiness you feel is burned away into nothing more than black, burning envy. In your mind you beg the fates to twist reality into a more favorable world for you. This plays through your mind as a heroic thought, but envy corrupts all. The heroic notion of saving the girl from an insufficient love is bent into plots of undermining her happiness all to serve your own. You never know until you meet that force head on, and at the flip of a coin you can crush all that was for all that could be, or you could lose yourself to oblivion. Is it worth the risk to you? Yes you say, but do you ever question if it would be right for her?
To answer at all is above your authority.
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