Force is a sign of weakness. The soft gentleness brings in power to the heart, the mind, and touch electrified me before I could see, feel, or sense it! Envy is the villain. The predator. That haunts me like a nightmare at day, even when light is out of reach. I fall because I can no longer hold on. Bubbling up in tears I scream. To say I was jealous is an understatement.