(This serves as Part II of "Life is What You Make it/Life is an Adventure"... it may seem strange yet it's hard to explain why, so this time, I wont give an explanation)
... this glorious pang of pain right in the pit of the stomach, that yanks us out of the present moment and catapults us into the unhappy worlds of worry, fear, insecurity, and even hatred.
Does it really have anything to do with the other person?