Jealousy

Every step that I take in the right direction is off-set by the sparse textual communication with him. He was hasty to burn the phone records which evidenced the sheer fervor of the affair. A man of few romantic/affectionate words exchanged 6,000 text messages back and forth with another woman. Was the content that exhilarating? Is lust the greatest of sins? Am I not a candidate for fervor/passion/affection? Some things are difficult to accept, impossible to fathom. I would love to be content with familiar/everyday. After all, two souls grow old together and mundane is quite the noble characteristic. I know my happiness will wither altogether if this jealousy continues...Of course I wouldn't mind if I could just wither...altogether.