If this entry deserved a title, it would be “Really Really Really”.

Pat talks about how jealous Jen gets sometimes, and describes it as a heat emanating from her body, like a mild sun on the face that he can feel from across the room. We joke, we laugh, a good time is had by all.

Then I remember myself feeling that once, just once, on a day when she was insecure and someone else was talking to me a little too ebulliently. The look. THE LOOK she gave her, like a mother bear staring down someone who got between her and her cubs.

And I remember not liking that feeling, as if I was the one who had to apologize for something, when I had done nothing wrong at all.

But I think to myself, now, how I wouldn’t mind feeling that way just one more time.

>:)