Jealousy

Only now am I getting the slightest glance at what I used to mess with. The gossip is too much. I'm afraid of ruining everything... or having it ruined by someone just like how I used to be. I can't believe I used to toy with people's happiness like this. So far so good, but I know how this would turn out if I was the one in the other shoes. Give me hope that there are better people in this world that do value my happiness. They say they do, but I never really did.