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August 27, 2008
I am jealous, at moments desperately so, of those who still have your friendship, and maybe your love.

In part I am jealous because they have what I no longer have, which was mine recently enough for me still to forget momentarily that it is no longer there. I reach out for your love like stretching out a phantom limb.

But I am also jealous that they can give you what I no longer can, and that jealousy is, I think, deeper.

And beyond all jealousy, I am glad that you are held in love. I am glad of that.