Jealous. That's how I feel when I see you surrounded by those who admire you and fight to draw your attention. I simply hate the way they treat you, so many fake smiles, touches - oh if you knew how I hate those touches - so much kindness around you. Are they so good to be close to you, sharing this unstoppable contact? I just do not accept this idolatry. You are a man, not a god, how can they adore you like this? Can they cover your eyes with the mask of vanity?

By the other side, I know that you enjoy this ritual of devotion. And I don't know why does it bother me so much. Maybe I am jealous of the attention you pay to them.

In the silence of my thoughts, you look at me. Could you feel my stare on you? And the only answer you give me is a shy smile. However, this is enough because I truly know you. And although I don't admit I know it is just one of many tasks you have; to pay attention to these people, to wear the masks of politics, never being the real Narsus that I love and know so well. That small smile was the most precious piece of love that you could have shown me right now and I gladly realize it.

After some time, you come to me finally free from your admirers.

"You look upset, what is going on?" you ask sitting by my side.

"I don't like this babbling around you, that's all."

"Are you jealous, Dar?" he asks smiling.

"Me, jealous? Not really, I just don't like to see you pretending." I answer trying to pretend unsuccessfully.

" Ah, I see. Shall we go?" he asks offering his hand.

"Yes, I am tired of this play."

We walk silently to our room when he stops. I wait his reaction as he suddenly pushes me against a wall and kisses me intensely. I must confess that he drives me crazy when he surprises me this way, so wild, so passionately joint when he says: "You should not be jealous of the time I spend with them. They are no more than my obligation. As a matter of fact, they should be jealous of you."

"Of me?"

"Yes, because is about you that I think all the time. Besides, when I am with them I urge to be close to you like we are now, my love."

I can't help smiling, the love we share is reassuring and we kiss again. A kiss that could last forever because I lose myself in his arms as I gladly think:

"How jealous the world must be of us..."

End