Dear person I’m jealous of,
I know envy is a hideous trait but I cannot help but turn green from it whenever I see you so much as cross before me. Please don’t misunderstand me; while I may find myself green with jealousy, I have a great deal of profound respect and admiration for you as a person. While I know I should apply myself in order to become a better person, I find myself discouraged whenever I so much as hear your name.
You appear to have everything I could ever wish to have, and from what I can see, it brings you a sense of peace and content. After all, you have an amazing and beautiful partner who adores you just as much as you adore her; there is no finer pair in all the realms. In addition, despite being a woman and having to deal with some of the stereotypes associated to female knights, you give no quarter to those who would scrutinize you.
Cherche, you are as beautiful as you are fierce. You literally radiate with perfection, with is usually an impossible and imaginable concept but I believe it to be true nonetheless. No one has or will ever match your grace and beauty, even when doing battle, you and Minerva appear to be performing a graceful aerial dance. I am both perplexed and awestruck by the sight I have come to witness time and time again. How is it possible that a being such as yourself exists?
Admittedly, I must confess that there is nothing I want more than to be in your position or at least… stand as your equal. That will never come to pass, sadly, and I have come to terms with that. I’m a woman of logic, I know my strengths and weaknesses but most importantly, I know the limitation of my ability. If there is anyone more fitting to stand by his side, be it professionally or… intimately, it is you… no other is suited. It would be fruitless for someone of my station to even attempt to try, and so, I shall remain in my place and steer clear from your path.
I just can’t compare… let’s face it Cherche, you are superior woman.